You Wouldn't Understand Lyrics

I hate myself but I know I can't be nobody else (I can't)

I pray God take the pain away, still never changed how I felt

One of his strong warriors, guess that's the cards I'm dealt

I hope I never fold, but a hit seems far as hell (damn)

Growing up, kids told me that I was weird, short, and null

Lie to my face, ironically, called me Pinocchio (I get it)

So here I am like sixteen years after the start of drama

Last few years, shit took from someone's

Equals my college degree, nada

Still a damn hard worker, motherfuckin

Underrated rapper

From the underground until I make the family proud

And mama

I hope you know that none of this

Wouldn't happen if you ain't

Tell me to not pass out on my dream

When I was bout to faint

The trauma and the drama

Scarred me just like stigmatas

Zolofts, Xannies & Ganja

Still ain't make Medulla Oblongata

Hakuna Matata, bout as calm as Dahmer

Eat rappers just like bologna

With no sweat, but I will son a

MC like I'm their father

Jeeze

Get's scary with no G's

Get's scary with no GPS

No direction

Me? I thought I had it mapped out

Like I knew geography

But my life is odd though (auto)

Such a weird biography

I put the blame on others

Sluts and bullies, all the same

Put the blame on my brain

OCD, for all my pain

Put the blame on my damn health

That control over I ain't

Got it or no wealth

But I'm done playing the lame cause

(Tell 'em Hunt!)

Out of all the characters

I choose to be the main

Y'all living in my fucking world

Don't like it here's a plain

And simple explanation how you end up

In my lane

Oh wait, you never do

Y'all drifted off

So I can't share my plan

You were always involved

Til you stopped giving a damn

That goes for all you bastards

Who burnt me til I was tanned

And all the women who broke my heart

Or ran

I hope y'all doing good enough to suck my motherfucking balls, again

I may remind you of a wannabe

Who started off as bland

Now y'all turned into fans

Look out and see the ones who count

And the ones who on the bandwagon

I'm wagging my finger

And hope that y'all get damned

For not believing in me when I first told you my plans

In fact, you said I would grow to be a no one

Homeless with a can

That you would put a penny in

Just to kick it out my hand

I still might not have all the bands

That I sometimes say on rants

But New Jersey, fuck it, USA

I'm back to run this land

Unapologetic, the Hunt ain't no other man

What exactly made me like this

You wouldn't understand

God, you wouldn't understand