Ill Mind of Hopsin 8 Lyrics

Ill Mind of Hopsin 8 - Hopsin

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[Verse 1]

Nigga, what the fuck? (What the fuck?)

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

Bitin' the hand that was feedin' 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 killin' shit was us

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

I ain't keepin' 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 somethin' to get my buzz up

You done fucked with the wrong dude

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

Quit your sleepin', I told you

This a mothafuckin' journey we finna go through

If I ain't have so much to lose

I swear to God I'd probably beat up and choke you (Damn!)

Nigga, this that raw shit (Right?)

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 bendin' it

In your benefit—your honor, I'm innocent!

This nigga crazy, I'm tellin' all of my people (You tell 'em!)

He takin' all of my C-Notes (It's true)

See, he has a gamblin' issue

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

Uh-oh, when I bring up my royalties

You start avoidin' 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 fuckin' 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 pissin' a whole lot of people off

Our whole label came out with a weak result

You on that same bullshit Tomica brought

[Chorus]

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 goin' 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 goin' 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

[Interlude]

Hold up! Hold up!

I got some more shit to say, yo

[Verse 2]

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 portrayin' somethin' 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 fuckin' name, every letter

I’m very fed up, you actin' 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 counsellin' 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 expectin' an A1 performer?

Every time something’s wrong it’s the same thing (What?)

Blah-blah-blah-blah, you just blame me (Damn!)

Then you tell Brooklyn and Jammie (Damn!)

Now they both thinkin' I’m crazy (Damn!)

I deal with this on the daily (Damn!)

My career mentally rapes me (Damn!)

I won’t let this nigga break me

He prayin' Dizzy Wright is gon’ replace me, shady

[Verse 3]

What are your fuckin' motives, Dame? Let’s talk about it!

Umm, you’re our manager, our label-owner, our accountant

Hmm, 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 keepin' 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 questionin' the checks

Nigga, I trusted you with my life

You upped your percentage so I’m makin' less?!

Fuck you, bitch, you get no respect!

This is why Hop is comin' for your neck (Bless!)

All you care about is makin' money

You don’t care about a fuckin' soul though

You just fluctuate our dollars up and down

At your convenience like a fuckin' pogo

You been screwin’ everybody on the label on the low

And they don’t even kno