Cerebral Cortex - Ballad of a SoundCloud Rapper Lyrics

I'm the loch ness monster
Of locking up all the contra
Time to band together cause hell gon be upon ya
You Smokin on the ganja
Confused as can be
Approach you from behind
You seein triplets in threes
Ay yo You trippin off trees
Your nose go to space every time that you sneeze
That H that you laced got you weak in the knees
That plate that you taste got you stacking disease
And Its a tragedy scene
And I seen it all happen
The drugs in your system
Now you think that your the captain
You stack a little money
Now your friends all started packin
Sold outta drugs
Bought some mics and started rappin
Family hear your music and they say that shit slappin

This is the ballad of a soundcloud rapper
A trap born bastard that thinks hes got music mastered
Thinks hes got it set like a lay up
There needs to be a change up
This boy needs to wake up

Everybody out there sayin you the best
So you
Record a track and you put it to the test
Put the link out on Instagram with hashtag blessed
But bitch you ain't different from the 99 rest
Tryin to make it
Stomachs hungry growlin
A fight to the death
Ready to use shao lin
Got Hair multi color
And you look like you ain't been showerin
The people you connected with are powerless
Youth fadin
You can feel the hourglass
You cant fill the hourglass
As hours pass
Your race to first is failin fast
Cause you ain't care about the product
All you cared about was easy money and a come up

This is the ballad of a SoundCloud rapper
A trap born bastard that thinks hes got music mastered
Thinks he's got it set like a lay up
There needs to be a change up
This boy needs to wake up

Now you're angry you ain't talented
Your SoundCloud likes and dislikes just ain't balancin
Upset cause now you just
Aint
Got
Nothin to live for
And wastin all this money on production left you piss poor
So now you back to sellin drugs
You say its part time
But you a full time thug
This life ain't right for you
But what options do you have
Homeless on the streets
Or livin' with mom dad
So you keep totin the bag
Keep writin down rhymes
Your rhythm slowly improves over time
You start gettin more lyrical with your lines
Again you start movin away from crime
Change your name and then get some studio time

This is the ballad of a SoundCloud rapper
A trap born bastard that thinks he's got music mastered
Thinks he's got it set like a lay up
There needs to be a change up
This boy needs to wake up

Now you're feelin great
Built up your confidence
First live show
Can't believe your accomplishments
You Got a producer that says
You makin it big is just common sense
You ain't felt like shit for years
Now you just caught a win
But Do they really love the product
Or is it that you're payin them to help you
That your name is even brought up
You flip from sellin to using
Just to avoid the pain
The turmoils stored inside the back of your brain
Now
People start to view you as an artist
Nah
Those that sell their souls'll get the farthest
Ya
All the hate got you feelin lethargic
Ya
Feel like your whole back is just a target
How you supposed to progress if they keep f*ckin with you
Your friends started losin' interest but they're stuck here with you
Your rabbits foot ran away there's no luck here with you
You're always at the same place there's no other venues

This is the ballad of a SoundCloud rapper
A trap born bastard that thinks he's got music mastered
Thinks he's got it set like a lay up
There needs to be a change up
This boy needs to wake up
Stress got you crackin up
Covered in fissures
Practice makes perfect but perfect creates pressure
Pressure to live leisure
Leisure to live better
Pills to start pleasure
Pleasure to mask weather
Weather creates severs
Severs create layers
Layers are seperated
Depression is overrated
You get heavily sedated
And You still aren't on a playlist
Your album sales and drug use are very close related
You stop to become elated
But the pills don't mix
You f*cked up and now you're in some serious shit
Now You feel gods furious fist
How would you know that fame was a delirious wish

This was the ballad of a SoundCloud rapper
A trap born bastard that thought he had music mastered
Thought he had it set like a lay up
There was never a change up
This boy ain't gonna wake up