M-Hunt - You Wouldn't Understand Lyrics

I hate myself but I know I can't be nobody else (I can't)
I pray God take the pain away, still never changed how I felt
One of his strong warriors, guess that's the cards I'm dealt
I hope I never fold, but a hit seems far as hell (damn)
Growing up, kids told me that I was weird, short, and null
Lie to my face, ironically, called me Pinocchio (I get it)
So here I am like sixteen years after the start of drama
Last few years, shit took from someone's
Equals my college degree, nada
Still a damn hard worker, motherf*ckin
Underrated rapper
From the underground until I make the family proud
And mama
I hope you know that none of this
Wouldn't happen if you ain't
Tell me to not pass out on my dream
When I was bout to faint
The trauma and the drama
Scarred me just like stigmatas
Zolofts, Xannies & Ganja
Still ain't make Medulla Oblongata
Hakuna Matata, bout as calm as Dahmer
Eat rappers just like bologna
With no sweat, but I will son a
MC like I'm their father
Jeeze
Get's scary with no G's
Get's scary with no GPS
No direction
Me? I thought I had it mapped out
Like I knew geography
But my life is odd though (auto)
Such a weird biography
I put the blame on others
Sluts and bullies, all the same
Put the blame on my brain
OCD, for all my pain
Put the blame on my damn health
That control over I ain't
Got it or no wealth
But I'm done playing the lame cause
(Tell 'em Hunt!)
Out of all the characters
I choose to be the main
Y'all living in my f*cking world
Don't like it here's a plain
And simple explanation how you end up
In my lane
Oh wait, you never do
Y'all drifted off
So I can't share my plan
You were always involved
Til you stopped giving a damn
That goes for all you bastards
Who burnt me til I was tanned
And all the women who broke my heart
Or ran
I hope y'all doing good enough to suck my motherf*cking balls, again
I may remind you of a wannabe
Who started off as bland
Now y'all turned into fans
Look out and see the ones who count
And the ones who on the bandwagon
I'm wagging my finger
And hope that y'all get damned
For not believing in me when I first told you my plans
In fact, you said I would grow to be a no one
Homeless with a can
That you would put a penny in
Just to kick it out my hand
I still might not have all the bands
That I sometimes say on rants
But New Jersey, f*ck it, USA
I'm back to run this land
Unapologetic, the Hunt ain't no other man
What exactly made me like this
You wouldn't understand
God, you wouldn't understand