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the stares - lil simp slayer lyrics

d*mn some of the realest sh*t i ever wrote
ain’t it funny, cause no one’ll ever understand
stares, shared my fair share, where, dared still ripping out my hair
positivity, i want to give but i was a dude who wasn’t living positively
on the sixteenth, yet i’m here and i’m still spitting
evicted residentially, mentally reduced to being an inch tall essentially
everyone wants to be positive but ill just share all my problems
cause even if i get cancelled at least i’m being honest
fake friends well you’ll never learn your lesson
made twins oh well one’ll pass away in the womb you’ll feel it like digestion
aid him because he was forced into life with social anxiety and depression
hey when am i gonna die can’t lie cause i’ll probably end it it ain’t no question
they want either your story, or you to talk about money and b*tches
and if not they want something real, and even though they know nothing still
they’ll be exclaiming for real, in comments not restraining proclaiming like they know your spill
they wanna hate behind your back but then when they see you get a picture and say you should be famous with new deals
and they’ll see your life as sunshine and rainbows, even though your childhood was no fun, nines and dracos, but you made it stop raining through will
my expiration date overdue, sp*cing wait your a2, now your big they wanna act like they noticed you
the boldest two, was these two guys who hated on me then wanted to tell my they were big fans
talked to me like “holy sh*t man”, but i was thinking bout before and how id lit them up for six grand
don’t act different, cause years ago n0body was f*cking with it, n0body was saying i was gifted
spirit shifted, and people call me my raps edgy cause i hung out with chicks that had their wrists slit
sh*t since, 19 i was distant, reminiscent, of my past, and my future, rich not women, is what i envisioned
was walking to slow guess i missed it, and no one wanted me in the game stay in your lane stick to your own sh*t b*tch
but contemplating, debating suicide, too many times, end up putrefied, who would’ve knew that day might’ve been my last if i didn’t get food that night
who are you and my, life was what it is, i ain’t never ask for you stupid why, you act all you want because even k!lling someone didn’t make judas cry
teachers surprised each of the time, reach in to my mind, comprise rhymes because i realized
that even during some of my darkest nights that motherf*cking sun would rise
i don’t mean this sun, or that one, hit some, relax son
because people gonna talk sh*t behind you and leave your back numb
i gained my health, ain’t by wealth, the pain i felt, was insane regained my self
by training and aiming, to be amazing, people degrading made my personality hating
till i saw that it wasn’t life or reality, but it was i that was fading
grew up without a buck, only thing i ever had to give was a f*ck
see my dad every couple to many months, watching him sipping or smoking blunts
wish i could be like him not worried ever but i’m worried bout these c*nts
you talk about how you had no b*tches but yet you went to school proms
and had shrooms in the back rooms, or the bath rooms, i lacked clues
you had fast food, i had a bad mood, you had fat shoes
i had asked god for forgiveness for doing sh*t i shouldn’t have to
started writing to fix his mind, not the quickest rhyme or the sl!ckest dime
just raps so hopefully someone hears and he knicks its mind
so one less life is gone because someone got them p*ssed this time
dangerous mentality, questioning reality, tell yourself you’ll make it
fallacy
imagine me, now imagine me not alive, almost this galaxy
serial k!llers, and friends dying, death count went up rapidly
rest in peace but the k!llers in jail in piece working sh*t out happily
hes honest, his name in comments, he loves it like ebonics
but they preying to raid his polished lines and claim fame
by making a song and saying they paying homage
rearrange his comics, chronic depression changed his modest mindset
erratic, empty, and focusing on eradication, glad his nation
tries to help him with donations, patience, waiting help them patients
but they couldn’t or wouldn’t cause it would cost a million dollars
even though my grand dad, fought in front of sand bags, hands rag
round, saw his friends bodies land past, him and the plane d*mn
crash
ran fast, but he couldn’t save our people, yet people here cry over a simple pimple
incidental, mental shaken
cried from pain, hopefully cry from gains of money you be earning now
but continue to spit history and lupe taught sh*t in school we wasn’t learning pal
when i had the type of determination god himself would’ve been concerned about
no one was there when i was down so keep your mouth shut sl*t
so that’s why when anyone asks for money i say shut the f*ck up
i thought i didn’t give a f*ck but i always get p*ssed when b*tches
that never hissed or spit at me, started to hit or get at me, want to sh*t and be wit me
i say get back and reminisce where were you when i was down and broke hailey?
yeah things changed i’m now rich and sad, you were a b*tch a bad
one but guess what now all y’all throw y’all hall wide p*ssies sh*t i’m mad
i was labeled a quiet kid, partnered with me id have you sighing sh*t
a giant pit, was his mind cause hip hop rhymes taught him more then his parents and science did
been bleeding using bandages, receiving nutrition, sandwiches, leaving visions behind abandoned sh*t
exploring locations, spaniard b*tch, but my options, weren’t optional, obstacles
in my optical, fought the cool, kids over a foster pool, delete a song, lost a jewel
got to fool, myself keep on pushing in the game cause these f*ckers’ll fall if they lost their stool
you and the rest of the haters can skip class, rip ass, and spit fast and make the sh*t you make
and keep hating on the past songs while me and everyone else stay up to date
in a foolish night robe, he tries to open up so they can understand but their clueless i know
even when the media hate we stayed the truest and so
its sad when people accuse of you saying sh*t you never did but you and i don’t
get mad because they’ll never be able to call my sh*t unreal when half the sh*t i said was on my f*cking suicide note
b*tch

- lil simp slayer lyrics

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