Get Up On My Level

Couldn't mingle with the peasants, you too good for that, you different

Smilin' in your face, they see you stumble, they'll kick you

Work hard, trap by myself, I don't kick it

Turn my nose up, sick of fuckin' with you bitches

Hate the way I'm feelin', pain killers in the cup

See envy all in they faces

You ain't help or right a rapper through a day in jail

This goes out to those out there who hate to be alive

Searching for placement is being taken by surprise

Besides, its hard tryna always find the fun in they jokes

Always ended up the butt of they jokes

Contemplation of a ending with this pistol to my temple

Thinking if I pull this trigger will I sin and take my misery away

Or would I just be killing me in vain

With popular people I don't fit