What's Eating Gilbert Grape

I swore that I'd stop

Tryin to figure out what's wrong with hip-hop

After soulja boy dropped

And everybody thought there was a diss to mims

Oh well, cause what the hell happened to him

I worked years on a record

And rappers all-of-a-sudden started comin

Droppin songs they come up with in a second

The radio plays it til the public done had enough

Of it and needs somethin even dumber to replace it

The quota hip-hop emcees are just as sad

Metros' dressings retro it's just a fad

Kanye might not be gay but y'all dressed like fags

Tryin to be him and express, but man poppin some tags

I hate the fact that I sound just as mad

As an abusive dad who's kids bedroom is trashed

And I admit for a sec I was on the fence

Cause that padded room got hot so I had to vent

I miss the days where a rapper had to have some cents

Before they even saw a dolla, imagine it

I don't mean rappers that rap about laba-rynths

And apart tires, and all kinds of bad-ass shit

What happened to freestylin in the park til it's dark

Paintin pictures from finish to start like it's an art

Now all I see on 106th and park is dumb dances

And rappers that'd I'd rather hear bark

That's all I hear when these mufuckas rhyme

And can't believe y'all got this mufucka signed

Here we go everyone's a rapper like hand me flows

When you know you wanna get a spin on the merry-go

I don't care if you were 12 years old and priest saw

Your rear-view even he wouldn't feel you

People tell me fuck it x, you can get a deal too

Just make one of them songs to make em all hear you

Then drop an album showcasing the real you

And that's what all these new young rappers that get deals do

Niggas don't even spit that raw anymore

They don't know a break from a kit-kat bar

They don't know the difference between a classic and a hoopty

And half they lives is outta a martin scorsese movie

And fans shake they head in agreement with what I said

When they ringtone is prolly snap ya finga, shake ya leg

We gotta put an end to the bullshit, indebted

I said it

And every single word, yep, I meant it

Does it take a t-pain feature for y'all to get it

Download my mp3 and not a snippet

Make all my concerts free to get a ticket

And you can quote me on all of these lyrics

And now you hear it

So what's eating gilbert grape?

The fact that I'm filled with hate that makes a nigga feel this way

Or maybe cause I gotta deal with hate, from niggas

I don't know, I could get killed today

See I went against the wind and I'm into they own alley

So that's kinda tough when you in this state

So while everybody was trappin, and bustin they macs

I was opening the window, like william gates

My album complex did amazin things for my city

Alienated me from all the cats that ain't worked with me

I charge four-sixteen and niggas like who is he

But hustlers know time is money, and I gets busy

So when niggas try to diss me I just laugh it out

Cause I don't think they even know what they mad about

Like local cats become rappers and of course they wanna battle

So I'm the default nigga they rap about

Oh my, I got bigger things to do

So I don't got time to sit and hate on yo mans

No lie, my money tight like a jew

So why would I concentrate on yo camp

I came from the bottom to the top with a hand

Without craig and the power 93 band

Told em mamma's gone and they said I'd never be one

Payback's a bitch though I just want a refund

You were from the stars while bars just wanna see one, and need one

And have a baby mob on the key one

Sometimes I ask myself, what's the reasons?

That I wanna be part of this game and what it's become

And that's the question that I dance around to

And maybe on my album I'll have an answer for you

But til then I'mas keep dancing and snappin, smilin and rappin

And just wait and see what happens.