Disgruntled Black Writer Lyrics

Swear I aint hatin but these niggas overrated

Nothing come with substance everybody just stuntin

Yall play follow the leader They leaned off a liter

Junkies all in the speakers apathetic and hollow

More bitches than Johnnie Bravo fuckin suckin and swallow

Keep yo hoe on a leash dont wanna see Mona Lisa

Unless she twerk for the feature business all in the streets

Pillow talkin got you niggas walkin round so defeated

Im an artist not a hooper so bitch I never compete

If you in it for the clout get the fuck away from me

I be haunting all the fakes hip hop is Elm street

Freedy Kruger with the pen Ink blast like a Ruger

I be bumpin Lil SImz Rhapsody Tierra Wack

These others chicks is parodies Sexi Red is wack

We got the lowest marriage rates our girls so unprotected

I got nieces and I pray they dont go after that reflection

I cant fuck without protection cause the streets is fuckin crazy

Dont nobody want a husband dont nobody want a man

Yet everybody got a baby can you help me understand

Half these niggas fuckin lazy I cant only blame the women

We been losing for too long and I know the system wrong

Yet we gotta be more than victims we gotta strive for different

Dont be trappin these young ladies when you know you aint stable

You ain't got a pot to piss cant even p-ay for her cable

I done been on all sides why judge why lie

I'm probably not the best guy

I ghost hoes and get high

Ditch my friends still I try

To take care of me

I broke all codependence its just me on the lease

I had a talk with God got permission for my writtens

These people fuckin lost do I really make a difference?

I mean Im far from perfect but I broke a few addictions

Tripled up my salary improved my style of living

I still give thanks to God and make a living helping children

I still cant stand a crowd and question all religions

I still distance family and live in isolation

I still chain smoke to help foster concentration

Where the fuck are we goin?

What the fuck is the plot?

Will the culture make a change?

Hate to say, probably not.

Bitche slajughing to the bank

Niggas aiming for the grave

Im just staring at the stars

as I twist my cigar

Howe we come this far?

Where we gon go next?

It's alot of us still fightin

It's alot of us still blessed

But the cycle gettin wicked

Anyday I could be next

Knock on wood I shouldn't speak that way

But we lose old classmates every day

I ain't the only one that feel this way

No I aint the only one that feel this way.