Durand the Rapper - Writer's Block

I got writer's block I don't know what they want to hear
Not reaching my goals like I said I would that's my biggest fear
I'm falling back and seeing success from my fucking peers
I ain't hating but I feel like most them niggas fucking queers
These niggas be dressing like women how'd they make this a trend
And now its cool to be a rat and just tell on your friends
They say you got to be a sell out to make it it makes sense
That's prolly why I'll never know what its like to drive a Benz
This life shit is a mystery what's the real reason
I lost my best friend a year ago and I'm still grieving
I feel like its my fault I should of did more to heal Steven
If I would took the drugs out his hands he'd be still breathing
Speaking of still breathing I don't think I can ever match it
I ain't do that shit for shock value I did it to show my passion
Speak on how I feel and show the world how these bitches be acting
Stop sending these hoes gifts on live she ain't going to give you action
That's why I try not to be on TikTok that shits a distraction
I been seeing way too much simping fellas you fucking lacking
You making these bitches rich when they end the live they all be laughing
Only time you should give they ass some money is when you done smashing
These hoes ain't ever been loyal word to my nigga Breezy
You may be in love but before she was with you she was sleazy
How long it take for you to get in her pants I bet it was easy
So what makes you think the next nigga can't get it just as freely
Some say I'm a conspiracy theorist without a clue
Don't look at me funny just because I got different views
Just because I don't believe everything I hear on the news
I cant even trust the weather man that nigga be lying too
Now they decapitating black babies tell me it ain't so
That shit was just an accident yeah if you say so
They tried to cover it up hope they all get shot with a Draco
This might be fucked up but them niggas about to get paid though
I ain't sayin that money is more important than a fucking life
Don't think its money over everything because I ain't the type
I know that's some trauma that's going to keep you up late at night
But I'm sayin sometimes it takes money to make it right
To the racist white men I hope your bitch gets fucked by a nigga
I bet you wish you could go back to when you could buy a nigga
Because of you that's why this thing by my side nigga
I hate you racist pieces of shits I hope you die nigga
If every one of you drowned in piss I would feel great
You cant even go to the store anymore and feel safe
Dont even try to say hi to me that shit feel fake
The way that some people look at you you can feel hate
I cant believe some people wanna go back to segregation
Our country's already suffering from the separation
We so divided we all going to suffer the devastation
And I know you crackers ain't ever going to give us reparation
I understand you don't ever wanna see niggas with money
You rather be broke than see niggas do good that shit is funny
But you can send 100 billion dollars to other countries
As if we ain't got 2 million homeless kids who fucking hungry
But what do i know I'm just another broke piece of shit
I'm grinding for my kids I'm tryna have something to leave them with
Its almost been ten years in this game respect I cant even get
But all my supporters say they fuck with me because I keep it sick
And I tell the truth how I see it cant nobody control me
They tell me I'm going to make it soon i say surely but slowly
To the day I die I swear to god I'll ride for my homeys
I'll go through hell in a cell bitch you can call me Mick Foly
Shout out to DAP hope you keep trying to protect the children
Fuck everybody who try's to make them out to be the villain
If you stand up for pedophiles I want to hang you from the ceiling
They ever try to touch one of mine I'm going to fucking kill them
I ain't a gangster I keep this weapon for my protection
There's a bunch of guns in the club with niggas in different sections
That's why I ain't goin if I cant get mine in I learned my lesson
I'm sure there's a lot of niggas who want to kill a living legend
Niggas be thinking you want their bitch but they so confused
There's too much jealous and envy that's what that shit can do
Your bitch is the one who be choosing if you only knew
We already had her she gets around like the fucking flu
I know I said a lot and went off topic in this track
I bet there's a lot of people who going to say this shit is wack
But if you listen close you going to know that I'm spitting facts
And no matter what the fuck I say I'll never take it back
My mama taught me to stand up for myself in a jam
My sister taught me to be smart and come with a plan
My brother taught me the streets and how to cook either hand
My daddy taught me no matter what always be a man

Written by:
Frederick Robertson Jr.

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