50% chance I’m on my phone or staring at the wall
Birth me? scoffs who had the gall?
I’ve hit a brick wall
What times is it? Time to stall
I get in there and give it my N’all
I’ll never finish a project
I’ll never get out the projects
I’ll never replenish these pockets
Put the gun to my head and cock it…
Drop it.
Cry like a b**** and then wet myself
P**** ass b**** can’t even wet myself

Loser raps>>>

She’s thinks my tattoos are stupid well guess what they’re forever
Does it end ever? How long must I endeavor?
I’m tethered down, heart heavy, but light as a feather
Saw a rainbow but my mood was like eh whatever
Eating s*** food, body getting the least nutrients
No swag, walk around town lookin the goofiest
In between doobie hits, remember her lips were the juiciest
I knew from the beginning and still did some Scooby-Dooby s***
Word around town is, I hate Mondays
What if I told you, that my favorite rappers Gunplay
Driving the wrong way down a one way
Sunday church let out, Everyone pray
Life’s a b****…..but I scare hoes
I’m eating Sour Patch Kids best believe I don’t share those
I’m living in a dramedy
Dancing to the beat of life, zone out, Salaam Remi
Same clothes for days laundry dirty call me Don Henley
I have no friends do not approach I am not friendly
Let’s get this over with, that’s how I wake up at the crack a dawn
They used to laugh at mom, when she had packed it on
A b****** always looking backwards,
Tock ticks faster, to the last word

my dawg crying for help in the freestyle friday thread

Proper help, I need to seek proper help
These crackers ain’t gone cure my problems, I need top of the shelf
Guzzling this fifth but it’s not for my health
Working cleaning pools but it’s not for the wealth
S*** stain underwear, I can’t believe I can’t find another pair
I looked under there but they wasn’t under there
Late for work again, listening to Lil Durk again
YNW Melly, on the right day might murk a friend
Straight dirt bag, heard about me? Must’ve heard bad
Type of kid to sit and argue, my dad can beat your dad

Yah
I’m on a bean for real
Alla my soldiers they from the field
Alla my goyards they filled up wit pills
Sipping that oil and ready to drill
Yah yah

Me with every bar I write

i hear my dawg crying for help
but how can i help when i can’t help myself?
sometimes i wanna take this belt off, tie my neck off, and hang myself

you not a real bean fiend like me
my body 90% 3,4-methylenedioxy­methamphetamine

Stuck behind a Ford Escape yelling “Can’t you see I have cats to feed?”
I’m dying inside, but still not the last of a dying breed
Look inside, it’s hollow, I’m just like a dying tree
Walking through Winn Dixie like “why is everybody eyeing me?”
I’m not 2Pac, nowhere near as revolutionary
Type of kid to climb back down the dive board cuz it’s just too scary
Hate life, I’m negative like a black wire on a battery
Had to learn that myself cuz my dad wasn’t a dad for me
Good at nothing, never king of something or anything
Tingling sensation in my head tells me I am a ding-a-ling
Cancelling plans that never existed, I’m f***ing twisted
All I ate today is Dunkin’ Donuts my s*** liquid

You right. I need to get on your level big dog

Loser bars the new wave

i’m the real kush money dawg
u just kush money puppy
just shipped sixty packs out
this kush money lovely

😩😩 DAMN 🔥🔥🔥

these aint loser bars i’m just telling you how it is
this s*** ain’t even rap i’m just telling you how i live

loolll

Calls himself proper
I think he’s a cop, sir
Cuz he pop them red and blues
Turn him to a monster

For All The Dogs coming soon, I’m in my bubble bath
Drinking rose wine, you do the math
FATD on our headtops, it’s meant to be
Big Dog Giovanni and Drizzy, we have similarities
Both two goats, and two rarities

Doesn’t take much for me to quit except cigarettes
Never finish sex, never been out west
I’ll probably die before I make it out there
Cuz every single day of my life I’m trying to make it out here
Lack emotion, and I never pack a trojan
Would go try to talk to that girl but I don’t know them
No friends,
Listening to music with no low end
Catch me rooting for the team that has absolutely no wins

Alright I think I’m burnt out

these red and blues got me going wee oh ooo like a cop car
they call me prop, i’m not a doctor im a rock star
not cause i play the guitar tho but cause i chop rocks
put the flame under the glass sound like pop rocks

I can wet myself all day
Pants stay on, let the urine spray
Feel it pooling in my socks
Bladder's flowing round the clock
Don't care when or where I pee
Wintertime, let the urine freeze
Peel the ice, yellow like eggs
Rips the hair off from my legs
Darken every trouser crotch
White ones turn to butterscotch
Get my own seat on the train
By virtue of my spreading stain
I've soiled every seat I've sat
Left puddles wherever I'm at
And you too could pee all the time
Last I checked, it's not a crime

MFs snapping today

Still chillin in the whip wit twisted blunts legit
MyBitch quick to hit a lick to make her pockets thick
Big steppers in this b**** , protect ya amethyst
Pan handlin these rappers like
Ya fiends favorite contraband right over the stove nigga
Ya fiend’s favorite contraband I get it in bulk nigga