[Verse 1] 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 bumpin' Raw with the shit blarin' Saying "Fuck school!" and droppin' out like a miscarriage I'm embarrassed and I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game Makin' your common sense perish But I ain't takin' the full blame 'Cause most of you chumps runnin' around here ain't never had strict parents All of your brain cells rottin' from weed You feelin' like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete You havin' sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat But still you out in these streets, thinkin' you hot as can be Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep Makin' sure your lame swag is all polished and clean While your favorite rapper's like, "Yeah, he got it from me" You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin' When I say the word "fun," what do you envision? Prolly drinkin' and smokin' out with your crew and chillin' With clueless women you tryin' to bang, bumpin' New Edition Is that all you think life really is? Well, if so, then you're a fuckin' idiot I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain — give me it! Do you even have any goals Aside from baggin' these hoes and packin' 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 the bros Yo, society's got you livin' for a wack cause You're a fuckin' 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 labor You pick somethin' up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later Then you complain about your life 'cause it ain't gettin' catered Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater? You wanna succeed, you have to try; or one day you'll get older And regret it all 'cause you can't provide Your friends are lowlives, don't act surprised Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice [Verse 2] Girls, stop actin' like you want a guy With traits like Romeo — bitch, that's a fuckin' lie! You always talk about how every man's fake and you can't take it And you want somethin' real — shut up, tramp, save it! Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets And head to the club half-naked with your ass shakin' Pullin' a lowlife nigga who claim he cash-makin' 'Til you let him hit and find out he work at the 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 frontin' like he in the club posted in the back waitin' It's the club, where guys put on a new persona After they get loaded with a few Corona's They always shoutin' and wild 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 Talkin' about, "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 findin' is to stop searchin' Try a new formula, 'cause your last one's not workin' [Verse 3] The term "real nigga" is publicly used And I need to know what it means, 'cause I'm fuckin' confused Are you one for always bustin' your tool With nothin' to lose and somethin' to prove To homies up in your crew? Is it because you're sellin' drugs to get loot And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed Like it's fun to be you? But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustlin' through? Nah, you hamster-ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve? 'Cause you in the streets actin' like a neanderthal It's clear you can't stand the law You're lost as an abandoned dog And all you're interested in is fightin', rappin' and basketball I can't even fuck with you 'Cause if we out in public, you gon' get caught stealin' some shit, and get my ass in trouble, too You'll get old and be nothin' Livin' life in these streets, thuggin' And starting shit with anybody mean-muggin' Look at you, a real nigga, thinkin' your life's cool Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you 'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead 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

[Verse 1: Phonte] I heard your style and I beat you nigga Your whole album I sleep through nigga 'Cuz 'Te's an avalanche so call an ambulance And tell 'em to pick up ya people nigga Don't call Farrakhan to squash it Better yet call the sheriff And the coroner's office Tell 'em there's a dead body In the corner of Lawson In Austin, I would proceed with caution These motherfucka's really think the 'Te done lost it He sold a couple records now they think he flossin' But I ain't stopped battling, I just stopped rattling Off rhymes for free 'cuz y'all were making me nauseous Understand fucka I'm gon win regardless I still got the hunger pains from my apartment When me and 9th were both splittin' cans of StarKist Arguing about who LP was the hardest And a hand full of CD's ready to burn Some real hip hop for your listening nerves A year later hooked up with a nigga named Murs Now everybody play our records for they women and churn J. League got the East coast getting the loot Living Legends on the West coast, ready to shoot Get a cell phone and call up the troops Phonte, taylor-made for the game y'all just following suits [Hook: Joe Scudda] Aiyyo the animals, ready for war, destined for combat Play the CD or tape and then rewind that You want beef motherfucka nevermind that (And if he owe me money, bitch nigga betta find that) We animals, ready for war, destined for combat Play the CD or tape and then rewind that So let me know where ya mind at? (what!) [Verse 2: Murs] Murs 3:16 meets Foreign Exchange Keep ya ear to the speaker, quit ignoring the names Welcome to the next level, top floor in the game The League done hooked up with a Cloverdale nigga so Skip the Sidekick, I'm a Nextel nigga If I hit ya on the chirp, with a verse you better roger that Picture word-perfect from the land where the Dodgers at Trying to get some money with some pussy on the side of that Never have to ask where my killas or my riders at But when fake gangstas try to find where them dollars at Go to any city where there's pretty ma's to holla at The illest in your state, one on the tour-date And more-great, than your grandfather's father 'Te I know it gotta hurt a man they stand by the slaughter Oughta be locked away when I rock this way Get rocked on the airwaves but not for play If my heart should stop and I drop today I went against all odds and I got my way [Hook: Joe Scudda] Aiyyo the animals, ready for war, destined for combat Play the CD or tape and then rewind that You want beef motherfucka nevermind that (And if he owe me money, bitch nigga betta find that) We animals, ready for war, destined for combat Play the CD or tape and then rewind that So let me know where ya mind at? (what!) Follow on socials: MURS http://instagram.com/murs316 http://twitter.com/murs http://facebook.com/murs http://patreon.com/murs316 MERCH - http://mursraps.com TWITCH - http://twitch.tv/murs