Chuuwee - Everybody Hates lyrics

I know niggas are like
Where the fuck is he going with all of this?
Just listen

I look into the barrel of a large ruger
I’m lookin’ in the eyes of the armed shooter
I don’t really think he had
The bullets or the balls
Do it, The sounds of guns bangin’
Jackin’ off to it i haven’t been the same
I’ve been lost movin’
Wonder how I would deal with the
Pain if I lost music boy it's so much on my
Brain it's beyond music
Wonder how that nigga kept it sane
I’m about to lose it
Just when I thought I was made for this
Karma Sutra, that was when the whole
Entire game fucked me all fluid
Do you listen to your conscious
And keep it cool
Try not to fight in front of y’all
I do these in the school
Try not to act like you
The hardest over 22 and
Bust it for no reason
Tell me what kind of Nigga are you
I always kept it honest, thats just how I do
I’m livin’ life where they
Don’t have no rules they just pack a tool
Everything is different where we are
Facing hardships
Flagging down the most expensive cars
Armed robbery
Very much the same kind of project
Thats mars ya we just an experiment and I
Don’t want no part of it

They try to tell me
Sex sells, television propels
And those who follow suit
Are the only ones who accel
Don’t you say a Microsoft Word and excel
Murder is the appetite
We send it through the mail

I wake up everyday just
Like a College Student
They don’t have no course or no
Class for what I be doin’
They say "i ain’t got no
Class" I’m an honest human
I don’t want no flashy ass
Bags fancy car stupid
He who casts the first stone
Better change homes
How you throwin’ rocks from a
Stained glass eight story
Lately they just run they mouths
Like they can’t close
Till we pull up on ‘em shut it down
Like they can’t open
I’m not interested in chains or a Range Rover
I just want to kill the whole game
Till it's game over
How much money can I obtain
Till my fames over i’m trying to get over
Like the bittersweetest hangover
I only hangout on Google cause the days over
The wait is over now that
Nigga Chuuwee came with folders
I’m ‘bout to wake the whole
Game up straight vultures
I’m ‘bout to wake the whole game up

They try to tell me
Sex sells, television propels
And those who follow suit
Are the only ones who accel
Don’t you say a Microsoft Word and excel
Murder is the appetite
We send it through the mail