Lyrics RANT! - Elovice

Ay here i come, up from nothing
I grip the mic, bout to crush it
You make me sick to the stomach
I pop a cap, you start running
How come you never be hustling?
Leech off others, you bloodsucking
Little vampires, it's puzzling
How you act so damn humble when
All your movements are troubling
Ain't a game, why you tryna win?
I can see it beneath your skin
Your whole world revolves 'round your sin
Like a scooter right to the shin
Leave you stunned like a creepy grin
You will never achieve a thing
You will always be second-string, ay

Weed a cheap vacation, i've been dying to get away
They all say that i shouldn't but I'll be smoking til the grave
I got no love left inside my heart, yeah i gave it all away
Tell the bitches who i gave it to, need that shit back today, ay
When i get to the top, you'll finely all shut up
But since i'm fucking not, you all still fucking love
Hating me just cos, who are you all to judge
Still trying, jump to conclusions like double dutch
How are your shitty jobs, you love to work so much?
Don't go outside too much, still i don't grind enough
But work still getting done, don't talk to anyone
Show some more fucking love, if you aren't wanting shunned