Hopsin – Alone With Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Marcus fucking Hopson, my guy, what up?
Don’t mean to intervene
How are things going?
Talk to me, how you livin’ G?
You look so confused right now
Do you remember me?
‘Cause I’ve been with you since a teen, fuckin’ you up mentally
I love it (I do) stayin’ inside your head, where the rent is free
I’m just here to make sure you keep all your crazy tendencies
Look at yourself in disbelief, struggle with your identity
Stuck in depression until you diagnosed with it clinically
How’s your love life? It’s still a trifling mess?
Nigga you thirty-five, you haven’t found a wifey yet?
I mean, if I was you would I be stressed? Y-E-S
I guess a mail-order bride is nice, it might be best
So how did you manage to get rich, yet be so empty?
Constantly stuck in a deep old frenzy
Maybe your ego ain’t eco-friendly
Bro you got a life that we don’t envy
And I bet suicide must be so tempting, do it

[Chorus]
Wait, hold up (Damn)
Fuck’s wrong with me?
I can’t leave me alone with me
I’m like, “Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?”
It couldn’t be clearer, the man inside the mirror
Wait, hold up (Shit)
Stop controlling me
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
I’m like, “Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?”
It couldn’t be clearer, the man inside the mirror

[Verse 2]
So how’s the rap life?
Do people enjoy your music?
Or you still spitting that bullshit to destroy the youth with?
Be honest, you live in the shadow of Joyner Lucas (Oh-oh)
You jealous? I know that you are, my point is proven
Fuck happened to you?
You was spittin’ so cold, you was the Ill Mind of Hopsin on the list with the GOATs
Then you fell off, you should’ve took a different approach (Aw)
I hate to say it, but you’ll never be like Kendrick or Cole, nigga
It’s fucked up, that isn’t fair, Marcus
I’m hoping that God will answer your prayers, Marcus
But even if he does the chances are rare that you’ll have hands in the air headlining Madison Square Garden
Nigga put the mic’ down, don’t you fight this fight
‘Cause you the corny rapper only weird white kids like
So every time the blogs post you, the comments gon’ roast you
I would rather be dead than be caught livin’ in your shoes

[Chorus]
Wait, hold up (I’m tripping)
Fuck’s wrong with me?
I can’t leave me alone with me
I’m like, “Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?”
It couldn’t be clearer, the man inside the mirror
Wait, hold up (Please stop)
Stop controlling me
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
I’m like, “Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?”
It couldn’t be clearer, the man inside the mirror

[Verse 3]
Aight, I got an idea, I’ll tell you how it works
It’s gonna sound a little outrageous, but hear me out first
You turn your phone off for two weeks
And start an outburst of worried family members, which leads to a local town search
But when they find you, you’re dead inside of your crib
With a letter that says goodbye to your kid
But you don’t get to see him anyway ’cause your ex is wildin’ and shit
So in his little head it’s like you already died, it’s a trip
While you reside in Heaven or Hell, which ever side that it is
Your baby mom’s a regret, that shit you never tried to get fixed
If you’re alive, chances are she’ll never try to repent
I’m just tryna show you ways to exercise your revenge
All you want is love, right?
Well, you gon’ have to get some balls
Shoot your fuckin’ brains out until they splat against the walls
I mean it has to hit the blogs and all your fans will get involved
And you’ll be missed, ’cause people don’t know what they have until it’s lost
Hug your dad and kiss your mom before this transition is done into the new life
Your current one is trash, it isn’t fun
Yeah everybody got problems and we all fightin’ this big war
But your problems are different, you got nothin’ to live for

[Chorus]
Wait, hold up (Oh no)
Fuck’s wrong with me?
I can’t leave me alone with me
I’m like, “Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?”
It couldn’t be clearer, the man inside the mirror
Wait, hold up (Please stop)
Stop controlling me
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be
I’m like, “Who is this nigga and why do I fear him?”
It couldn’t be clearer, the man inside the mirror

[Outro: Sadhguru]
What I’m thinking, what you’re thinking is not the important thing
We’re alive right now, that is the important thing
It is important that you focus on this fundamental sense of aliveness within you
And then you’ll see there’s a natural distance between you and your thought process
Once you create a living space between you and your mind, between you and your body, this is the end of something
Don’t identify any thought as negative, because it’s just a thought Who told you it’s negative? It’s a thought, you’re making it up
Maybe you like it, what’s the problem?
If you understand it’s just a thought, it has no power
If you think it’s a reality, then it destroys you

Key Glock – Talk My Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit ’em with the Jab
Buddah Bless this beat

[Verse 1]
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit
They like who the fuck is this with this ice ass wrist? (Glock)
And this fresh ass fit and this bad ass bitch
How the fuck he get her? Man, this bitch too thick
I’m courtside in Dior
Yeah I’m courtside with your daughter (Yeah, yeah)
Chicken strips and fries what I order, uh
And please don’t forget the honey mustard (Baby, please, uh)
She like she gotta pee, I said, “Go, ho,” I can’t miss the quarter (Go)
I do this shit with ease, I put the E in extortion (Yeah)
But I been comin’ down lately ’cause I been tourin’, yeah
Madison Square Garden, I seen ‘Bron score 40, uh (On God)
Man, I swear to God, in New York I had my forty (New York)
Money real tall so you cannot call me Shorty (Uh-uh)
With the same gang, never change, just like Jordan
My bankroll enormous, just like Norbit
Girlfriend, yup, got them big Benjamins
Big backends, yup, big dividends (Racks)
And that Benz, it’s so fast, it blend in with the wind
I need a house so big that the den got a den (Goddamn, the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (On God)
Let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Verse 2]
Young nigga lit (Lit)
This young nigga lit (Yeah)
I hit my first lick and didn’t look back ever since, uh
Nigga, that ain’t this, yeah, I need every cent (Yeah)
I need mine like a pimp (Yeah), six figures on my fit (Yeah)
Let me kick my shit (What?), these shoes cost your rent
Bitch can’t get shit, might just give her a hint (Bitch)
I park the whip in the VIP, but I didn’t get some lip (Yeah)
On my pistol I grip (Fire), the only time I bust quick, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Let me talk my shit (Hold up)
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit (Yeah)
Bitch, let me talk my shit
Hold up, real quick, let me talk my shit

[Outro]
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