Music as a Hobby

Lyrics

Here goes that old school super raw growl voice Jokerr shit Let's talk about this two face little bitch with the broken shit Hoping that my throat gets slit, are you on opioids? Are you smoking shit, that got you feeling like The Hulk again? You're really pushing in your poker chips As if I don't know more people in your city than both you pricks You think I won't hop on a plane, fly to Bradley Then drag you across the enterprise, (?) and choke you bitch? You think I forgotten where both you live? You think I wouldn't come to your front porch and leave you with a broken rib? 'Member that .44 magnum you held around your neck? I really have guns, bitch! With me it ain't just a sound effect! *gunshot* I can't believe the size of the balls on you petty faggots "Man, someone needs to put them in their place." Yeah I'm already at it! Think you can do music in this scene and then just avoid me? I don't think so motherfucker, all you did was just annoy me! I'm watching all your social media pages And praying to god that you announce a pf engagement I got my Travelocity account, ready to book the ticket Jump on my phone now, all I gotta do is click it! I'll be quiet as a motherfucking cricket 'til you least expect it Walk up to your face and ask you kindly to repeat your threats Then have you point out your friends you claim you about to blast Then beat the shit out they asses, the whole crowd will laugh! See, what you failed to fucking remember Is I don't duck like a bitch and I'm not some thug and pretender You like to build yourself up in your mind and puff up your image to try And bluff what you've never been real enough to engender my nigga You ain't the type for it, you ain't got the spine for it Your so called brother is a pathological lying bitch Threw you under the bus when you first had gotten fired Dipped out to Phoenix, then talked shit about you the entire trip I bet you he never mentioned that shit at all, did he? I bet you when he spoke about me it was all pity I bet you when he spoke about y'all it was all pretty Funny how we never had a three way call, did we? You ever stop to think that maybe if he lied on you He's lying 'bout me to get your support, 'cause that's what liars do! Probably, but you don't care, 'cause you ain't trynna find a truth You're trying to get your homie back so both of y'all could fly the coup But if he ditched you once then, he'll probably dip again You'll probably flip on him over some dumb bitch again And she'll probably break your heart and skip out with some other dude 'Cause that's how coward ass these loyal motherfuckers move One thing I learned about bitch niggas is they run in packs Suck each others sacks, and claim that they got each others backs But when it's time to actually ride, it's none of that They turn around, run, and scatter off like a bunch of rats! So you could push whatever narrative morally posture Talk about god, make this shit even more horribly awkward Or you can sit there in your mom's house in Massachusetts Get high with Anthony, and entertain your brash illusions But let's just be real , we both know what the deal is You're a musical Scooby Doo villain, dressed like a gorilla But you're really just a weak fence-riding bitch with a complex Who's never had the balls to really chase your dreams at all yet So you don't know shit about facing trouble You live your whole music career up inside an imagination bubble One person who actually thought you were something gold And you hung up the phone with and then subsequently fucking ghosted So how the hell you supposed to survive in California? You know you couldn't, and 30's right around the corner And you've been trynna be an artist for like half your life And still ain't done jack 'cause you're fucking afraid of sacrifice! Talk about all the work you put in? Nigga please What work? Recording shitty mix tapes, and licking Z's? You must have contracted a sick disease, dissing me You'll get ripped with ease like leaves from eucalyptus trees J, J, remember dead horse brother, listen breathe You're right, I need'a leave this nigga be But he disrespected me, and I stuck out my neck out for him twice! Well, he'll be doing music as a hobby for the rest of his life Huh, I didn't even think about that He'll be doing music as a hobby for the rest of his life Huh, why am I stressing, you're right? He'll be doing music as a hobby for the rest of his life (Music as a hobby) For the rest of your life, doing (Music as a hobby) For the rest of your life, nigga The thought alone should infect you with fright You'll be doing (Music as a hobby) For the rest of your life (Music as a hobby) For the rest of your life, doing (Music as a hobby) For the rest of your life All those people who said you won't make it I guess they were right You'll be doing (Music as a hobby) For the rest of your life (continued) (Outro)