[Intro:] You motherfuckers are quick to judge. It's all good though. You don't know shit about shit. If you only knew what I do, if you only knew what I could do. If you could only see what I could see you would probably stop bothering me
[Verse 1: Hopsin] I independently started this shit Marketing hits, starving for chips No gasoline to start off the whip Felt like the only nigga labels wasn't bargaining with My heart has been ripped, I stuck with it as hard as it gets These producers would always blow me off Now that I'm blowing up, they don't recall Talking about "Yo, you my homie, dawg" Oh, now you wanna hop on the Hop train Knowing damn well since '04 I had hot flames My real buddies was mainly the worst Hatin' to shoot my videos without me paying them first So I slide 'em 100 bucks to watch 'em bitch on how it ain't enough That money got my cell, internet and cable cut! A real homie would've gave a fuck And not expect to pay upfront Then get the money later when I'm making some Nobody saw the bigger picture except me They neglect me Only thing that protects me is FV
[Hook:] You don't always have to stick by my side Just make sure you remember me when I die I am raw, I am raw Just to let you niggas know Bitch I am raw, I am raw Don't forget me when I'm gone Bitch I am raw
[Verse 2: SwizZz] I was a high school grad preparing to go to college An enthusiastic freshman, major in Economics I didn't have a clue what to expect to be honest Banging beats in my dorm, streaming Pornhub constant I figured I could make it out in 4 years tops Study religiously and graduate, apply for a job The rap thing was secondary, I was putting it off Calling it quits, assuming "I have better chances playing golf" My third year came and suddenly that changed I couldn't bear watching my mom at home suffering pain Tryna fight off the strain of only having half a stomach Plus a handicap back from a surgery that helped nothing! So I returned to the valley and called the homie Hop was on Ruthless getting shelved like a trophie I told him how I left my life in the OC And we concluded we could both use FV
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[Verse 3: Hopsin] This was written for niggas who wouldn't give me dap Niggas who told me that I had sissy rap This was written for all the bitches I used to called who never hit me back Until they heard the word I was buzzin', c'mon don't give me that You backed out, now you tryna roll with my click? Where the fuck were you when my signing bonus was spent? Where the fuck were you when I got the notice for rent Saying I was getting evicted and I was hopeless as shit? See I keep some names handy and you got thrown on the list That's how you know that I'm pissed I got you, don't even trip Cause I'm rude over the nicest beats You had to go ignite the heat You might agree to beef, but yo I'm not the type you'd like to meet Life's indeed a journey that I have yet to finish Hopefully my career's something that will be epidemic You'll always know it's Hopsin the way I wreck a sentence Realness, I represent it Raw, I'm the definition
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