Be My Friend/High School Dropout Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I never had a lot of hope
I looked above and God had spoke

And said I'm only here because my daddy's fuckin' condom broke
Did I ever go to college? (Nope)
And even got no drive for dope
I'm looked upon like I'm a joke
'Cause this the shit that I promote
The Ill Mind Of Hopsin!
Where real life's an option!

The ill lines that I spit make you realize you're not sick!
Science at its finest tell Bill Nye to watch it
Now turn this shit the fuck up 'til you feel high and nauseous
You fake thug rappers be frontin' like you was born with Glocks (I trap niggas)
But only time you ever bang is when the door is locked (C'mon!)
Nigga with attitude just without the S curl
I break rappers like promises with my ex girl
I'm kinda strange
And I been this way since a young age

The biggest book I've read was less than one page
I've always had slump grades

Never use a condom like I want AIDS
A nutcase, I'll smash your fuckin' dreams like a pugs face

[Hook]
I'm a high school drop out
Still living at my moms house (My moms house) (Oh yeah!)
I talk shit and get knocked out
My life sucks and I'm not proud
Ohhh do you wanna be my friend
I would love to be your friend
Come on then
Do you wanna be my friend
I would love to be your friend
Come on then
[Verse 2]
My life's lame, I gotta pay money to fuck a whore
I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug of war

I'm sick of big headed niggas feeling above the lord
Somebody please give Soulja Boy the "You Suck" award!
Out of all the styles you just had to pick the wack shit
Hopsin won't attack you if you practice
You faggot little bastard
I never would have imagined this would happen
I should fuckin' power drive your ass into a cactus

Yo, the game's mine, go rule you own
I got a foolish zone
I'm a schitzo who carpools alone
Relax this is the music that I make for maniacs
Who can't adapt with the rest, now watch the chain react

The world's cold, open your mouth and let me come inside
I diss the fuck outta rappers, it's 'cause I wanna die
I never face my problems
Shit I always run from mine
I fucked my life up, now I'm tryin' to give your son a try

[Hook]
I'm a high school drop out
Still living at my moms house (My moms house) (Oh yeah!)
I talk shit and get knocked out
My life sucks and I'm not proud
Ohhh do you wanna be my friend
I would love to be your friend
Come on then
Do you wanna be my friend
I would love to be your friend
Come on then

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Hopsin talks about his frustrations in life.

NOTE: This song has lines that are a diss to Soulja Boy, they beefed at the time of this song.

It’s pretty much safe to say that Hopsin defenitely won this beef between them.

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Release Date
July 31, 2012
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