Lyricist At Work

Im not trying to fake it to make it. but I know what all them fakes did. But im overtaken by the fake shit. I here it all but im way to faded. Im sedated by the fact that i made this. Im way to ill to say that i may crash. I dont got the cash. But im blasting fast. Wait till the day that i say imma make a big change in my story, it might be boring. But i gotta keep it a hundo because after all, you gotta fake it to make it. Apparently thats what the fakes did. So imma stake out at the make shift rap house. And watch em squeal like a mouse when i got to the house there wasnt a sound until i let off my rounds you heard em scream lifted up his blouse started running again, but this fun is gonna end soon. Im so done with these rappers right now theres no room, give me the beats and give me the tune, i need to feed off of their doom, when can i make a hit song? Maybe the day you admit your song sucks! Sonofabitch, imma run up and hit the switch, and close these doors, you dont have any idea what im aiming towards, i got a lot of style in my rythym not even close to you, im home bound, and you dont speak the truth. I may got some tism depends on what you mean when you say spit some, im mental with the bars they got your anxiety falling apart, grows like a bean stalk, just climb this ladder and get lost, knocked off when you met me at the top, i told yall dont follow the road im on! Just give me a reason i shouldnt spill the beans? The reason i should look away and not in between? Is it you whos been lying to me? All the time you say you loved me and i believed... Maybe step back off the past its what i dont need. But right now i need some weed, make me feel lifted again, i domt i dont need it but it calms me down again, same with the pen, i write and it calms my nervs better hope i wrote a track before you turned wack first, because imma go smack the thirst off your face, sucking me dry of opportunity before my dick is bitch made. Imma make this case closed, because your ass should been toast a long time ago spread some bullshit on it, and send you off because i already know you got another man lined up like i was a lost cause, but i realized then i was lost, trying to find myself, figured you made it worse for my mental health, just gp before i blow up in this bitch, i already dug my grave are you ready to be laid to rest? Maybe i was made the best because of my flow imma break this test, and show that imma take this opportunity and be the best that i can be, at least then people are gonna see the tree that i sprouted from, all of yall are gonna drop to early, im going numb from the dumb shit i hear, "mumble rap best of this year". Yeah fuck that i hope yall are nearing a fatal end, because rap isnt about the most colorful trends, its about the glinal expansion of stupidity, good thing i block out all negativity...