This song explain the problem with men today and putting pu$$y on pedestal
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRVOOwFNp5U
LYRICS
"Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5"
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 **** blaring, saying **** 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 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 your life’s not as complete.
You having sex with every mother****ing 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 favourite rappers like, yeah he got it from me.
You’ve been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to living.
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 edition.
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you’re a ****ing 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 ****ing 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 bull****’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-lives 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.
*****! That’s a ****ing 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 bracelets 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 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, posting in the back waiting.
It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona.
After they get loaded with a few Coronas.
They always shouting and wile out with habits that very few condone of.
Then they look for beautiful, brainless *****es 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 **** 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 publicly used.
And I need to know what it means, cause I’m ****ing 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 it's fun t
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRVOOwFNp5U
LYRICS
"Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5"
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 **** blaring, saying **** 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 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 your life’s not as complete.
You having sex with every mother****ing 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 favourite rappers like, yeah he got it from me.
You’ve been brainwashed by a fake life that you used to living.
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 edition.
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you’re a ****ing 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 ****ing 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 bull****’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-lives 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.
*****! That’s a ****ing 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 bracelets 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 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, posting in the back waiting.
It’s the club, where guys put on a new persona.
After they get loaded with a few Coronas.
They always shouting and wile out with habits that very few condone of.
Then they look for beautiful, brainless *****es 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 **** 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 publicly used.
And I need to know what it means, cause I’m ****ing 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 it's fun t
