I’m Whack I’m Aware

I'm a rich ratchet ghetto bitch
Straight from the hood
Hollywood can't be spelled without the hood
I'm anti suburbs and all
I do is smoke the herb
I don't give a fuck about these straight edge nerds

I give guys a chance but they prove themselves to be dumb
Even when I peer pressure them to believe knowledge is fun
And my assumption of all boys lives
Is they just text girls and masturbate between replies
Quality is hard to find
It's also not the first things that's on my mind
Cause I keep trying to erase the fact that my friends are alright
With me being gone constantly
Like they didn't even want me
Now I'm too distraught
To function properly
I put efforts to no extent in my friends
They said 'I forgot'
I'm a disappointment
I like to pretend that I'm not
Go out of my way to impress those who think I'm strange
They got nothing to say when I tell them I'm not ok
Always had a bottle of champagne in my purse
Always prepared to pop it
Always telling me I'm lame and that
I need to stop it
At this point I live off it
The constant energy and negativity and discouragement leaks and seeps
Right into my brain it's hard to stay sane
When the blame game is always my turn to play

I'm so friendly yet so friendless
I keep bending lines with precious
Criminals who claim innocence
I'm not good enough cause I'm best

Money, love, hoes
We either love them or we don't
I don't even smoke but these stoners still on me
I'm uncool but hardly
Rap game Bob Gnarly