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Ill Mind Of Hopsin 8

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Ill Mind Of Hopsin 8

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Nigga what the fuck? (what the fuck?)

Homie I made you rich, paid your rent (damn right)

Biting the hand that was feeding you

This shit don't make any sense

Nigga what the fuck? (what the fuck?)

You know this is that real shit

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 killing shit was us

Till you turned on me homie, that's fucked up

I ain't keeping this shit on the hush, hush

On my chest I just carry too much stuff

I done had it, enough is enough bruh

Plus I needed something to get my buzz up

You done fucked with the wrong dude

Ain't no telling what Hopsin is gon' do, creepin' up on you

Quit your sleeping, I told you

"This a mutha'fuckin' journey we finna go through"

If I ain't have so much to lose

I swear to God I probably beat up and choke you

Nigga this that raw shit

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 fuck you throw a fit and seem bitter?

Why you catch an attitude whenever I question you

About all my fuckin' percentages?

I know why (why?), you've been bending it in your benefit Your honor, I'm innocent!

This nigga crazy, I'm telling all of my people (you tell 'em)

He taking all of my C-Notes (it's true)

See he has a gambling issue

He takes the cash and blows it all at casinos (damn)

Uh-oh, when I bring up my royalties

You start avoiding me, that's some disloyalty

You woke up the evil boy in me, your ass is poisoning

Tell me why you would destroy FV?

This was a fucking 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 pissing a whole lot of people off

Our whole label came out with a weak result

You on that same bullshit 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 going 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 going down nigga

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit

(Hold up, hold up

I got some more shit to say, yo)

It’s supposed to be Funk Volume isn’t it?

Thought it was music, above all the business

But you just said fuck all you niggas

You tarnished the brand

And you started a Funk Volume Fitness?

Come on now really think

Got us portraying something 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 ass nigga Dame, half the crew knows

New age Jerry Heller, a scary fella

I hate your fucking name, every letter

I'm very fed up, you acting like an ordinary heffa

I’ma take you to the mortuary dress-up

We gave you our trust then you had us cornered

You got us a shitty label deal with Warner

And if I confront you about it

You tell me I need counselling and I got a disorder

You sent me on tour and it’s horror

Shitty hotels, no sleep with no food to order

Meet and greets every single day, it’s torture

How you expecting an A1 performer?

Every time something’s wrong it’s the same thing

Blah-blah-blah-blah, you just blame me

Then you tell Brooklyn and Jammie

Now they both thinking I'm crazy

I deal with this on the daily

My career mentally rapes me

I won’t let this nigga break me

He praying Dizzy Wright is gon’ replace me, shady

What are your fucking motives Dame? Let’s talk about it

You’re our manager, our label-owner, our accountant

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 keeping 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 questioning the checks

Nigga I trusted you with my life

You upped your percentage so I'm making less?

Fuck you bitch, you get no respect

This is why Hop is coming for your neck (Bless)

All you care about is making money

You don’t care about a fucking soul though

You just fluctuate our dollars up and down at your convenience like a fucking pogo

You been screwin’ everybody on the label on the low

And they don’t even know though

So good luck Jarren, Dizzy, Hoppa, SwizZz, I'm going solo

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 going down nigga

I don't know what you thought

I can clearly see the blood on the walls

Blood on the wall, that ain't going down nigga

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

Ain’t got time for your bullshit, everybody knows you be on it

[Joel Olsteen]

Change is one of the most difficult things that we face, but change is inevitable

One reason we don’t like change is we get comfortable where we are

We get used to our friends, our job, the place we live

And even if it’s not perfect we accept it because it’s familiar

What happens is because we’re not willing to change

We get stuck in what God used to do instead of moving forward into what God is about to do

Just because God’s blessed you where you are doesn’t mean you can just sit back and settle there

You have to stay open to what God is doing now

What worked five years ago may not work today

If you’re going to be successful you have to be willing to change

Every blessing is not supposed to be permanent

Every provision is not supposed to last forever

We should constantly evaluate our friendships

Who’s speaking into your life? Who are you depending on?

Make sure they're not dragging you down, limiting you from blossoming

Everybody is not supposed to be in our life forever

If you don't get rid of the wrong friends you will never meet the right friends

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