Hopsin - Sag My Pants

Sag My Pants

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Hopsin - Ill Mind of Hopsin 7

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Day after day

Ill Mind of Hopsin 8

[Hook]
I'm so tired
Of all the problems you've been causing me
We are not cool no mo' far as I can see
You done kicked me down, I've fallen
I'm crawling, it's all your fault

[Verse 1]
More money, more problems it is
Now I'm back to writing my lyrical novel again
I'm holding on grenades and I'm trying to not pull a pin
I done contemplated on downing a bottle of gin
'Cause maybe that'll calm my nerves and get my ass on track
I'm on the fucking edge, I snapped and I just can't go back
I have no class, I'm cut from how my last hoe act
She tried to ruin me, she damn near made my cash flow crash
I fucking hate this bitch, her name could sit on a grave
Only reason she ain't dead is 'cause my kid on the way
The bitch is pregnant and she stripping, dodging minimum wage
She done kick me down, locked me up and spit on my face
I bought a ring for this bitch just to set it in stone
My headache has grown, damn I should've left it alone
Now heaven is gone, so is my love and it won't return
Welcome to hell bitch, I hope you burn because

[Hook]
I'm so tired
Of all the problems you've been causing me
We are not cool no mo' far as I can see
You done kicked me down, I've fallen
I'm crawling, it's all your fault

[Verse 2]
Listen little nigga, we ain't in the same shoes
You ain't built a name or even paid dues
Dammit, I'm ashamed of what it came to
And if you had have ever reached my level of fame guaranteed Dame would have played you
He's in the wrong, don't give me hate for it
You know him better than me, y'all always had a broken relationship
Now you looking at me like I'm Satan's spawn
But five years ago you had made the same diss song
Why don't you put it out? Show the world you hate your brother too
Don't be afraid to show the truth, shit you ain't got much to lose
Anyone can hold a gun up but who's brave enough to shoot?
You know damn well he's addicted to waking up to loot
If you seen the shit I seen, you would've taken sides with me
But you fucking disappeared and you ain't even ride with me
And now you wanna return when the label hit the bottom
Nigga fuck you and your phoney mental problems

[Hook]
I'm so tired
Of all the problems you've been causing me
We are not cool no mo' far as I can see
You done kicked me down, I've fallen
I'm crawling, it's all your fault

[Verse 3]
Too many motherfuckers judge my life
And make me out to be a monster like I love my strife
Too many motherfuckers pick at what the fuck I write
They hate to see me shine, they wish they could cut my light
I use my music as my public diary, it's what inspires me
It's why your fucking son admires me, come and fire me
Settle with the hell that I was put in, nuh-uh
You motherfuckers keep forgetting I'm too good at my job
Y'all shoulda knew this, some think I'm too retarded and stupid
Overnight I just went and started a movement
The power at my fingertips is greater than Funk Volume and Ruthless
Ha Ha, you still losing, you niggas thought you could do it
Go crawl in some sewage, you niggas ain't no entrepreneurs
You fucked with Hopsin Da Ruler and now I'm hollerin' screw ya
Hallelujah, all the deadweight is finally cut off
Niggas the throne is mine so stay the fuck off

[Hook]
I'm so tired
Of all the problems you've been causing me
We are not cool no mo' far as I can see
You done kicked me down, I've fallen
I'm crawling, it's all your fault

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Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5

Hopsin - I'll Mind of Hopsin 5

Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete
You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat
But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "Yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'
When I say the word "fun", what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition
Is that all you think life really is
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT!
Do you even have any goals
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl
Well let me guess- No
You're only in school because your parents make you go
When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros
Yo, society's got you living for a whack cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play ball
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits
You don't have cause you idolize rappers that do
And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof"
And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you
How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all cause you can't provide
Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice

Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo
Bitch that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking
Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making
Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station
One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo, then act patient
And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'
It's the club, where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few coronas
They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of
Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry
Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy
I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth? I should die"
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock-thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching
Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working

The term "real nigga"'s publicly used
And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tool
With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in your crew
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed
Like it's fun to be you
But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop
Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve
Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal
It's clear you can't stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you, cause if we out in public
You gon' get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble, too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean mugging
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you
'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move
Your real nigga talk seems bogus
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his future doesn't seem hopeless
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused

So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song
You go to pile on the young who roam around in the slums
See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong
All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese
And the mass control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop
They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see
They purposely making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me
Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind

Hopsin - Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5

It would probably be easier if we told you what Hopsin doesn’t do, but Hop is an MC, producer, director, actor, and editor. And his journey has been anything but painless.
Stuck in special education classes, Hopsin did not see much of a future in high school. His teachers did nothing but reinforce the feelings that he wouldn’t amount to anything; especially if he continued to waste his time attending classes where nothing was actually being taught. So with no money and only a few real friends, Hopsin dropped out of school in 2004.
Determined to be one of Southern Cali’s premier MCs Hopsin bought an $8 microphone from Wal-Mart, installed Fruity Loops on his computer, and locked himself in the basement. As time went by he knew that his lyrics and production had surpassed what he was hearing on the radio. He combined his skills with a new image [often seen wearing white contacts] and emerged from the basement.
In 2007, Hopsin signed a major record deal with Ruthless Records, and released his freshman album, “Gazing at the Moonlight” in October 2009. Unfortunately Hopsin was never able to get on the same page as Ruthless, so in 2010 he decided to cut ties, and join his own label, Funk Volume.
In November 2010, he released his sophomore album, RAW, and has not looked backed.  Since then Hopsin has headlined over 200+ shows around the world, grew his Facebook page to over 2 Million fans, and racked up millions of YouTube views.
Hopsin released the highly anticipated album, “Knock Madness” in November 2013 and spent 2014 touring in over 100 cities around the globe. He's preparing to take over once again in 2015.

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