Thugstin - A Hit lyrics

[Verse 1: Thugstin] He petty pens righteous sh** Restless nights he writes this sh** For like, five fans who like his sh** Who are waiting for a f**ing hit But honestly he can't produce; Flawlessly he pops a deuce And peaces out on his f**ing crew Trips acid and f**ing shrooms When he's crashing in a f**ing spiral Not a hits gone f**ing viral And his hearts slowing not showing vitals Scratch his life out like some f**ing vinyl Scratch it out, crashing down Fake a smile like a f**ing clown Who's down in the dumps and around A school and a playground Kid's played with like his emotions And he's tired of the f**ing notion That his career has f**ing frozen And he can't get it back in motion No no, he's f**ing lost it Not sure if he ever got it Locked up his glossed locket And shoved it in his f**in pocket A locket holding all his dreams Of getting big to hit mainstream And the he'll rep his f**ing team Hashtag nom we f**ing mean You see, dont want to waste any talent Get off track like a f**ing foul hit Like im smashed with a f**ing mallet Then wipe me up with a f**ing towellete