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anti-00 & jocko slim - real ugly (interlude) lyrics

[verse 1: jocko slim]
my room’s trashed, my mirror’s broke, my hands bl++dy
my anger’s building, my attitude is real ugly
i get tired of everyday things
i get tired of my passion not being real and just another dream
tired of my best friend, always tryna call up
complaining bout her boyfriend, when you gone give them drawers up
tired of people tryna talk to me about college
cause they too stupid to see that it was just a plan b
how bout we talk about plans that could make us some bread
or we could debate our top 5 rappers instead
how bout we talk about this n+gga’s vision
i wish this hoe would let me talk and just sit back and listen
we always going at it
my perspective was probably different since age ten
when i was six, i survived my ceiling got caved in
instead of chasing dreams my mind was a little twisted
cause i was told being a rapper wasn’t realistic
somebody bound to make it, might as well be me
i’m treating rap like teen moms i might forget the plan b
they did me greasy but back then i couldn’t detect it
cause i was being nice but i wasn’t being respected

[verse 2: anti+00]
my hands dirty, your face broken, my shoes bl++dy
keep my name out your mouth or it might get will+ugly, huh
anti and jocko back at it it’s tragic
the only plan b i’m thinking of is for this chick i’m smashing
i got heartbroken so i went out and got drip
just to fill that void so i don’t feel like i’m not sh+t
now i feel like popeye with the spinach i’m livid
i’m built different, yo jocko tell me when will they listen
see they don’t see i’m paving way, i’m making influence
n+ggas always wanna hate because they couldn’t do it
see i’m surprised i graduated a student
because i used to sit and think of ways to be truant, ya see
i was too weak to be an athlete, or to join the navy
wasn’t smart enough to get in classes that was ap
said i wanna be a rapper, mom thought i was crazy
guess what this worthless talent’s what bought me an ap
this hobby’s putting food on the table for my babies
just wait a couple more years later you’ll thank me
see this ain’t out of luck, this how god made me
and my supply is still selling like crack in the 80s, n+gga

- anti 00 jocko slim lyrics

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