Ill Mind of Hopsin 8 (Explicit)

Ill Mind of Hopsin 8 (Explicit) - Hopsin

Nigga what the ****

What the ****

Homie I made you rich

Paid your rent

Damn right

Bitin' the hand that was feedin' you

This **** don't make any sense

Nigga what the ****

What the ****

You know this is that real ****

How you gon' forget

Who built this

Huh

I'm the one

Who made the company all the millions

Now you got problems to deal with

Man this is tough luck

See a couple weeks ago we was buds

And the crew that was killin' **** was us

'Til you turned on me

Homie that's ****** up

I ain't keepin'

This **** on the hush hush

On my chest I just carry too much stuff

I done had it

Enough is enough bruh

Plus I needed somethin' to get my buzz up

You done ****** with the wrong dude

Ain't no tellin'

What Hopsin is gon' do

Creepin' up on you

Quit your sleepin'

I told you

This a mothar****in' journey we finna go through

If I ain't have so much to lose

I swear to God I'd probably beat up

And choke you

Damn

Nigga this that raw ****

Right

That organic flow you

Probably see up in whole foods

Shiver me timbers

Something's fishy 'bout you Mr D Ritter

When I told you that I wanted new management

Why the **** you throw a fit and seem bitter

Why you catch an attitude

Whenever I question you

About all my ******* percentages

I know why why

You've been bendin' it

In your benefit-your honor

I'm innocent

This nigga crazy

I'm tellin' all of my people

You tell 'em

He takin' all of my C-notes

It's true

See he has a gamblin' issue

He takes the cash

And blows it all at casinos

Damn

Uh oh when I bring up my royalties

You start avoidin' me

That's some disloyalty

You woke up the evil boy in me

Your a*s is poisoning

Tell me why you would destroy FV

This was a ******* vision

That I had created with your brother

But you too infatuated with the money

You killed it and ran it

Straight into the gutter

Now I think

Why'd I make D-A-M-E the boss

You keep pissin' a whole lot of people off

Our whole label came out with a weak result

You on that same ******** Tomica brought

Nigga I don't know what you thought

You think I can't see

The blood on the walls

Blood on the walls

That ain't goin' down nigga

I don't know what you thought

I can clearly see

The blood on the wall

Blood on the walls

That ain't goin' down nigga

Ain't got time for your ********

Everybody knows you be on it

Ain't got time for your ********

Everybody knows you be on it

Ain't got time for your ********

Everybody knows you be on it

Ain't got time for your ********

Hold up

Hold up

I got some more **** to say yo

It's supposed to befunk volume isn't it

Thought it was music above all the business

But you just said

**** all you niggas

You tarnished the brand

And you started a funk volume fitness

Come on now really think

Got us portrayin' somethin' we really ain't

How we supposed to be ill

When you on our website with a shake weight

Tryna be billy blanks-nigga thanks

Fool ain't nobody tryna lift weights

We just wanna hit up the studio

And just rap and do shows

But you don't understand the culture of hip-hop

You a lame-a*s nigga

Dame half the crew knows

New age Jerry Heller a scary fella

I hate your ******* name

Every letter

I'm very fed up

You actin' like an ordinary heffa

I'mma take you to the mortuary dress-up

We gave you our trust

Then you had us cornered

You got us a ****ty label deal with Warner

And if I confront you about it

You tell me I need counsellin'

And I got a disorder

You sent me on tour

And it's horror

****ty hotels no sleep

With no food to order

Meet and greets every single day it's torture

How you expectin' an A1 performer

Every time something's wrong

It's the same thing

What

Blah blah blah blah

You just blame me

Damn

Then you tell Brooklyn and Jammie

Damn

Now they both thinkin' I'm crazy

Damn

I deal with this on the daily

Damn

My career mentally rapes me

Damn

I won't let this nigga break me

He prayin' Dizzy Wright is gon' replace me shady

What are your ******* motives

Dame

Let's talk about it

Umm you're our manager

Our label-owner our accountant

Hmm that's kinda tricky

Something is fishy that's risky

We just don't even know

We go with the flow while you rowin' the boat

You keepin' us simple-minded

'Cause you knowin' our only concern

Is just hopin' we blow

So when all the money come in

From our album and tours

You sit there and soak in the dough

When did we ever ask about the gross

When did we ever ask about the net

You would just hand us

Money from our shows

'Cause you knew we wasn't questionin' the checks

Nigga I trusted you with my life

You upped your percentage

So I'm makin' less

**** you *****