Uknowfro - Disappointed Lyrics

Let me talk to my community
You know, I am part of yo community, ya know
I might do thangs a little differently, you know what I'm sayin'
But I'm still part, ya know
I just wanna talk to some people
This real talk

I remember when you used to be able to tell a Christian rapper from a rapper
Now they lyin' like they were trappers
I see through they story Lord, liars
Not all, but most
It's tired I wanna tell em' get back
Like 6 feet, don't talk to me
I know that ain't like you, silence me
Cause I know they ain't bout that street life, apparently
Cause they ain't even out there
They whole audience from the suburbs, how dare
How I know?
They posting pictures like it's something special
Rubbing shoulders with the devil
I guess pictures with the famous make you successful
Not to me, looking thirsty
Homies playing both sides erk me
Begging for a deal, when yo own neighborhood don't know how you feel
Or who you represent, let's be fa'real
Ain't no grind in you, but you use to sell dope boy
Something ain't adding up
Lord they acting up
Until they find out they favorite rapper is broke
This is a joke, Rapzilla taking money, let's go
Got dreams of being on the road, when the corner store, up the street starvin'
Do a full concert, it's poppin
Neva that, need then blonde head and blues eyes to feel something
Why you mad at me, it's facts
Majority want a name so they chasin a pack
I'm in the streets fa'real, I play the back

I'm just disappointed
I'm just disappointed

Now they talking numbers, can't judge me by my Instagram
Boy I'm in the jungle
And they ain't pleased by what I say, but they respect it
Y'all buying likes, followers
Tryna impress yo followers
Like you somebody, really boy you clockin' in
Scared to tell yo people that you clockin' in
That's a cryin' shame, devil done screwed up the game
Homie rather look like it, than be in his lane
But what's really killing y'all, y'all ain't saying his name
JESUS
Tryna please the world, want em' to like you
Like a girl, scared to hurt they feelings
Wanna be pleasin', devil is cheesin'
It never look like what it look like
Lil homies is reachin'
Tryna copycat the model
They want them a model
Like Israel when they wanted a king, it's hollow
That's why they stay frustrated
The field is up the street, didn't want me to say it
Cause you really want the glory
Light camera action, sorry
This ain't what it is
This is where you say you from
Where killers killin' kids
Some of y'all just talkin'
I swear just talkin'

I'm done