Basket Case

[Verse 1: Rittz] Self, self-pity, self-self pity Why the fuck is everybody else giddy? I woke up and felt shitty Matter fact I felt the same all week Let down like my last album on the shelf sitting And I think I might need help getting out of bed Cause I'm here and I keep spinning out of thread I'm my own worst critic and I gotta write a album But I keep hating on myself, it's like I get obsessed Cause I hate what I write, say something tight I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna like I don't got a lot of fans, I'm afraid that I might Let 'em down if what I make don't relate to them right If it don't, then they ain't gonna buy my record And if my second doesn't sell better than the last I'mma owe the record label cash So it's hard to relax and write raps I be losing concentration sometimes I look at what they saying online Somebody unfollowed me and call me out cause I ain't respond I'm behind on my deadline and I got a home life To juggle ain't no free-time My manager clowning, "what you write another deep song? What is it this time, your lady, your struggle trying to be some{thing}?" Not in the mood to write a weed song I take the beat and give myself a mental beat-down when I rap [Chorus: Rittz] I'm my own worst enemy the energy I have's a waste Cause I use it battling myself cause I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case Staring at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away But I'm always wishing for the worst cause I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case (Da, da, da, da) I'm a basket case [Verse 2] I can't have conversation with rappers I'm not an asshole to anyone unless I have a reason to be But God forbid if they ever had a buzz or a name Then they feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a feature for free I try to network and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet But I'm starting to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot Would these motherfuckers do the same favor for me? But, on the other hand, people think I'm all famous I ain't half as paid as you think, when I tell 'em what the price is To get me on a record they act like it's too expensive just to pay me a G And I'm starting to feel guilty Cause I'm known as the guy who never quit and never gave up his dreams So a bunch of dudes tell me that I gave them motivation Not to quit and they gon' try to do the same thing as me but Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs So I kept getting better some of y'all ain't got it, can't hear it, but it's blatant to me And I don't want to hurt their feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they making is tight But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up, and you're wasting your life And it's all my fault... damn [Chorus] [Verse 3] They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kind of immature, typing my thoughts online Plus the fans that I got will probably hate me if they knew what type of shit that crossed my mind Cause I hate rap Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most part Even though I rap fast, I don't like when people try to impress me with double-time And they be swearing that they go so hard They don't really even say shit Anyone can rhyme, thinkin' and drinkin' and sinkin' Inside my Lincoln and think it's dope, it ain't about the speed You gotta make it make sense And did I mention that I really hate fake fans? I don't understand how one minute everyone could be on your dick and they say you hot A year later the same fans steady be talkin' shit 'bout that rapper Actin' like they forgot That's how the shit works First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again You gotta toughen your skin This kind of shit hurts This music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube Saying that I use the N-Word? (Hell Naw) I don't rap like that, I don't hang around white boys who act like that I done said too much, 'bout to snap, I'm mad At the world, even I don't really have my back when I rap it's like... damn [Chorus]