Fuck wrap

Lyrics

Wicker Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it I've become a wicker of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring Saying "fuck school" and dropping out like a fake marriage I'm embarrassed And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game Making your common sense perish fucj But I ain't taking the full blame 'Cause most of you dumps running around here ain't never had good parents All of your brain cells rotting from weed Hennessy and d M t You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete Yall are having 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 thinking you hot as can be Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep common dog Making 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? Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew And chilling with dumbass women you trying to bang, bumping Dan wickers new edition Is that all you think life really is Well if so, then you're a fucking piece of shit just like an idiot I honestly feel like grabbing your brain & soul and getting rid of it Matter of fact, you don't even deserve your name , gimme it! Do you even have any goals Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl Well let me guess, to You're only in school because your parents make you go When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with wicker & his 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 write songs 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 this pimpin flavor 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 by a waiter Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater bruh stop You wanna succeed, you have to try to be like wicker at-least Dan knows the talk and the walk and shit the swag got the girlies on jock girls he’s not even tryna knock Ya see one day you'll get older and regret it all 'cause you can't provide Your friends are lowlifes, 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 broad. save it Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets And head to the club practically naked with your ass shaking Pulling a lowlife figure who claim hes set cash making Till you let him fuck and find out he works selling dubs behind a gas station One of them figures got you pregnant and you can't raise it But you caused it, your actions made a huge statement You want Romeo, then act patient And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin' It's the club, where guys put down a few Caronas After they get loaded with a few Coronas They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of Then they look for beautiful brainless broads like you to take home 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 I want Dan Why am I even on Earth, all I do is cry You want a Romeo, you're not worthy You're tinder surfing, you're nasty and probably got herpes Sometimes the secret to finding is to stop searching Try a new tactic, 'cause your last one's not working The term "real figga "'s publicly used I need to know what it means, 'cause I'm fucking confused Are you one for always busting your your gun out and actin a fool With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in the crew Is it because you're selling drugs to get money stacked to the roof 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 hustling through Nah, you hamster ass figures, you just stuck in a loop Most you punks just take a girls heart & play 'Til you grab their heart and shove a spear right through Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move Your real figga talk seems bogus A real man don't brag about being real as long as he knows it And his future doesn't seem hopeless A real man stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused like he’s adderal and too focused So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song You go to pile on the young so fuck hip hop