HOPSIN- Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5 LYRICS

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’ve played a part in this devilish game making your common sense parish.
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 your life’s not as complete.
You having sex with ever mother fucking body you see.
With a past so dark, that Satan would 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 favourite rappers like, yeah he got it from me.
You’ve been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to live in.
When I say the word fun, what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew and chilling with clueless women you try and bang, bumping new addition.
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 fact, you don’t even deserve a brain, GIVE ME 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 labour.
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 want to succeed you have to try.
Or one day you’ll get older and regret it all cause you can’t provide.
Your friends are low-life’s 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 make-up and damn places and head to the club, half naked with your ass shaking.
Pulling a low-life nigga who claim he cash making.
Till you let him hit and find out he works at a gas station.
One of them nigga’s 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, posting in the back waiting.
It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona.
After they get loaded with a few Corona’s.
They always shouting and wile 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 find, is to stop searching.
Try a new formula, cause your last one’s not working.

The term ‘real nigga’ is publically used.
And I need to know what it means, cause I’m fuckin confused.
Are you one? For always busting your tool, with nothing to lose, or something to prove, to homies up in your crew.
Is it because you selling drugs to get loot.
And brag about how done been shot and stabbed, like its fun to be you.
But your life’s a struggle right, you just hustling through.
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in the loop.
Man, why do black people got to be the only ones who can’t evolve.
Cause you in the streets acting like a Neanderthal.
It’s clear you can’t stand the law, you lost as an abandoned dog.
And all you interested in is fighting, rapping and basketball.
I can’t even fuck with you.
Cause if we out in public you gon’ get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble too.
You’ll get old and be nothing.
Living life in these streets thugging, and starting shit with anybody, mean mugging.
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life’s cool.
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you.
Till you grabbed their heart and shoved a spear head right through.
Then they regret it because it wasn’t the right move.
Your real nigga talk seems bogus.
A real nigga don’t brag about being real, as long as he knows it.
And his future doesn’t seem hopeless.
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit and he keeps focused.

So all you rappers whose soul is out on the wrong.
You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song.
You go to prowl on the young.
Who roam around in the slums.
See this is what happens when rap is overcrowded with bums.
Hope the hour is long, when I’m rolling out with your tongue.
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong.
All you menacing freaks, are only in this for cheese.
And the mass controlled limit was breached, FUCK Hip Hop.
They only in it for cheese.
And any eye witness can see, they purposely making the innocent weak.
My existence on this planet’s for you, I ain’t only here to benefit me.
Yo, we need to make a change while there’s still time.
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle try to reveal mine.
I can guide you if you feel blind.
I just need to be willing to journey into my Ill Mind.