Lil Wayne — The Bad The Sad & The Hated

No one knows what it's like To be the bad man (When Eminem created Slim Shady) Behind the lies (DJ Cinema) No one knows what it's like to be hated (He really started to connect with people across the world) To telling lonely lies (Have outraged just as many people as the won over) (Mardi Gras) There's a certain mystique when I speak That you notice that's sorta unique, cause you know it's me My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic The way I flow to this beat You can't sit still It's like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep I'm strapped just knowin any minute I could snap I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It ain't even funny I ain't even hungry It ain't even money you can't pay me enough You to play me Is cock-a-mani you just ain't zany enough To rock with shady My noodle's cock-a-doodle My clock's coo-coo I got screws loose Yeah the whole kit and caboodle I'm just brutal It's no rumor I'm numeral uno If Assuming There's no humor in it no more You know I'm rollin' with a swollen bowlin' ball in my bag You need fag to come a tear a new whole in my ass No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind the lies No one knows what it's like to be hated To be faded To telling lonely lies Damn I ain't never kill nobody I promise An I promise if you try me You gone hafta to rewind this track And make me go back that thing'll go 'lack'' That boy'll lay flat so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got nina in my palm an I'm masturbatin Black peter pan fly till I die Wat u sayin Bathe in ape Eve Saint - evie sue what I stay & gat me feelin' Like scarface light the cohiba Streets reply I look right in a four seater You know I be high get right in the four seater Top floor of the four seasons Four of them whores An they all know how to cook it up An look I got some and only one know how ta bag Bitch bundle up See it's a cold world so homie bundle up Clean on this grind full or not get your hustle up No one knows what it's like (I know that you put a lotta pain in your music) To be the bad man To be the sad man (Some of it comes from def jam) Behind the lies (bein frustratin with other niggas) No one knows what it's like to be hated (Some of it comes from my chick pissin me the f*ck off) To telling lonely lies (I'm feelin a lotta pain) (Mardi Gras) I'm dealing with some shit homie It's in the back of my head An it's some shit homie but I just rap it instead See I got wolverines bones in me but The whole worlds throwin stones at me Like they all got a bone with me Got a childs mother and I hate her to death But that's my childs mother so that's my Mate to the death it's wow how I love her for For putting little me here And me and her could be forever She gonna still be there Then it's some other niggas I judged the character wrong but They some other niggas Now let's get back to the song I gotta Drug Problem That I ain't tending to, cause I gotta enough problems An my solution is to stuff problems But if something goes wrong with that Then it's back to Pcp and so long with rap See I'm depressed lately But nobody understands That I'm depressed lately I'm sorta feeling repressed lately So ya'll been hearin and seein me less lately Like does anyone notice the regress lately Look deep nigga don't I seem stressed lately Seem disturbed alota regrets lately Yeah No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do An I blame you No one fights back as hard on their anger None of my pain in the world Can show through