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Hip hop, rap, real shit.
I've been rapping since 2006. I'm undiscovered but currently residing in Maryland. Am making a mixtape and an album.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,867
Peak in subgenre #1,524
Author
Real J
Uploaded
March 17, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:48
Story behind the song
I made this song because I was extremely mad at this girl for acting fake to me, after everything I've done for her.
Lyrics
Intro
Damn, there’s some crazy shit going on in my head right now. It’s like I wanna forget about you, but I can’t. I don’t know what to do, I’m just living through this struggle. I’ve sacrificed so much shit for you, but you don’t even seem to care. Oh well. It looks like everything’s come down to this moment. It’s time to do this, tell em Krayzie Bone!
Krayzie Hook
It's just like I'm a prisoner, I can't break out the hustle.
Come get to this sentence a victim just for being born in the struggle.
Chorus (Me)
And I was livin in it, and you sent me crashing to tumble.
Fucking faker trying test me, after all of the trouble.
(Repeated again)
Verse 1
In this life of mine, where so much shit is not fair.
I thought I was to you, like Bone to St. Claire.
I’ve sacrificed so much, how can you not care?!
After all the shit I did, it led to nowhere!
What the fuck have I been doin’ I’ve been wasting my time.
With a fuckin bitch who always used to run through my mind.
Now you’re not allowed, to come inside no more.
Cuz my brain ain’t got no room for no whores.
You’re, materialistic realistically a gold digger.
You only care for men, who can make your pockets bigger.
You go to malls, and you’re shopping for clothes.
Never content with what you got, you’d be wanting some mo.
You’re a fuckin’ spoiled bitch, only wealthy guys can date you.
A trouble to your parents, man I’m sorry that they made you.
You’d spend their money, then you’re broke as joke.
You don’t know how to save up, and I ain’t saving you hoe!
I’ve done enough already man, and you really don’t appreciate it.
How I waited, and I hate it, now I’m really motivated.
Now I made it, and you hate it, how I made this song and played it.
You deserved it, now you heard it, I am here to murder fakers!
Krayzie Hook
It's just like I'm a prisoner, I can't break out the hustle.
Come get to this sentence a victim just for being born in the struggle.
Chorus (Me)
And I was livin in it, and you sent me crashing to tumble.
Fucking faker trying test me, after all of the trouble.
(Repeated again)
Verse 2
Did you forget about the times, that I called you at night?
And all the times I made you laugh, when you were bored with your life?
You forgot about the time, that I held to your hand.
I swear that made me really happy, man you don’t understand.
You forgot about the sacrifices that I made, just to see you?
Spending many hours on the bus, so that I can meet you?
And now you blow me off, just because I’m not white?
You’re own fuckin race, man that shit ain’t right.
You fuckin backstabbing, ass-kissing, piece of shit!
You fuckin lying, little perpetrating, midgit bitch!
I’d be lying if I said that you were ugly.
The truth is you’re cute, and also wasting my money.
You’re hypnotizing smile, made me think that you’re an angel.
You’re a fallen one, so go back to the pit where you came from!
The truth is, I’m ruthless, I’d snap your skinny body like a toothpick,
Because this fuckin tree is so fruitless.
After all the love I gave it, and it’s just so stupid.
That I, have to deal with a liar, who’s just so truthless.
I’m done with this bullshit, done with the nonsense.
I just had to speak my mind, I’m just being honest.
I thought our love was real, man I thought we had something.
But all the shit I did was just a struggle for nothing.
Krayzie Hook
It's just like I'm a prisoner, I can't break out the hustle.
Come get to this sentence a victim just for being born in the struggle.
Chorus (Me)
And I was livin in it, and you sent me crashing to tumble.
Fucking faker trying test me, after all of the trouble.
(Repeated again)
Verse 3
I can’t believe, that I wasted three months on a whore.
I’d wish it’d turn back time, so we’d never meet in the store.
After what you put me through, when you walked through the door.
I don’t think I’ll ever trust another girl anymore.
I’d feel sorry for another guy falling for you.
You’re fake in so ma
