Lyrics: 1st verse And my generation is full of lean sipping, blood twisting, pill popping, simple-minded bandwagon hoping dumb niggas I smoke too I ain't tryna sit around and judge niggas Just be productive you wasting time just because, let me guess wait You think positive rappers boring You rather hear about niggas pimping whipping foreign You rather hear about niggas killing and flipping chickens I guess the negative is more appealing if I'm being real but Can't help but ask myself "What's up with today?" Bunch of young, dumb, stupid niggas stuck in they ways I get the feeling like I'm falling outta the loop It's hard to make pointless music when you got something to say I mean like Shit I really put my heart on display Let you peek at my soul Dreams of reaching my goals But these days my luck is at a all time low Is this even what I want anymore I don't know, cause I Always been a misfit LV Outkast Tryna outlast statistics I'll take your Mr. Benjamin's, ain't worries about no mistress These women's is a headache (They gone only attempt stress?) I swear Man these hoes too often the same They number one goal is knocking niggas off of they game These groupie bitches can never reserve a spot on my mind Getting out of this hell hole is the only thought on my brain Cause niggas ain't no love in the heart of the city Crabs in the burrow, niggas fighting over pennies Ain't nobody thinking clearly Cause they hypnotised with envy The shit gets straining I'm running on empty (Skit) (Verse 2) I'm locked and loaded motherfucker don't tempt me Just tell your favorite rapper run along quickly Cause they just in the way if they ain't with nor against me They claim to wanting more but really y'all ain't convince Cause ever since elementary music is all I got Couldn't kick it with the gangsters, didn't got in with the jocks Even nerds probably would've tell a nigga "Kick rock" Hip hop underdog waiting on my big shot (Verse 3) Cause I always been a misfit LV Outkast tryna outlast statistics The way I paint pictures you could say I'm artistically gifted But being authentic in my city never meant shit And niggas ain't so quick to help you invest in this business Not a single hand of support was ever lended So tell me who I owe If this shit would ever blow When I did it on my own Lord's my witness And niggas I been fucked over like over a million times The city got a nigga more bitter then lemon lime But still I stay tip top shape, I'm feeling fine I see you motherfucker at the finish line
