Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring Saying "fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage I'm embarrassed And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game Making your common sense perish But I ain't taking the full blame 'Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents All of your brain cells rotting from weed You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean While your favorite rapper's like "yeah, he got it from me" You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin' When I say the word "fun", what do you envision? Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition Is that all you think life really is Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain, gimme it! Do you even have any goals Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl Well let me guess, no You're only in school because your parents make you go When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros Yo, society's got you living for a whack 'cause You're a fucking adult with no skills at all You don't read any books or play ball You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits You don't have 'cause you idolize rappers that do And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof" And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later Then you complain about your life 'cause it ain't getting catered Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater? You wanna succeed, you have to try Or one day you'll get older and regret it all 'cause you can't provide Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo Bitch that's a fucking lie You always talk about how every man's fake And you can't take it and you want something real Shut up tramp, save it Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making Till you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement You want Romeo, then act patient And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin' It's the club, where guys put on a new persona After they get loaded with a few Coronas They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em Then when they leave you, you cry and cry Talking 'bout, "oh my god I can't find a guy I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried Why am I even on Earth, I should die!" You want Romeo, you're not worthy You're cock-thirsty, you're nasty and probably got herpes Sometimes the secret to finding is to stop searching Try a new formula, 'cause your last one's not working