My song 3rd Blog

So Stephanie told me that I should put some of my songs on here. I figured it would be a good 3rd blog. Let me know what you think. It's totally not a style people would expect out of me. I dont really put my lyrics out there much but here goes nothing:

Shut your mouth man, I dont want to hear what your saying
Talking shit cuz I'm sitting here praying

Might of made alot of mistakes; trying to get god on my side
You can take anything you want from me, but you cant take my pride

Dont got the Escalade with 28 inch chrome dubs
Dont get to hit up the VIP section in the clubs

Dont want to be like every other rapper, buying my hoes
Dont need to show off my P. Miller, Enyce, or Sean John clothes

Start thinking about someone besides yourself
Wouldnt be shit without your fucking wealth

Didnt have women or anything until you struck it rich
Think about it asshole, stop being such a bitch

My lyrics are just as good as yours, but I aint getting paid
Dont have any money, thats okay, I aint getting played

Your lives are so hard, going to those little private schools
Your not a fucking gangsta, what do you take us for, fools

You werent raised in a ghetto, you werent surrounded by thugs
Your childhood didnt make you how you are, you got your dumbass into drugs

I'll be honest, I have tried drugs and I live in a lil hick town
I dont have alot of money, I have been pushed around

I aint rich, but I dont have to pay for my sex
I aint a fucking playa, my girls dont sleep with my paychecks

Whats wrong man, admit what I say is true
Go ahead, come back at me with anything you want to

I know that I dont have all the luxuries you got in your life
I know I aint married, but again, I aint gonna buy my wife

I dont have the platinum chain, or a $100,000 watch on my wrist
I dont blind you with my bling when i make a fist

Dont need bodyguards watching my ass all the time
Cant talk and buy my way out of every fucking crime

Cant afford to wipe my ass with my money
Your life's so hard, thats so fucking funny

You sing and get drunk at night, dont do shit all day
Rapping aint a job, it's no work and all play

Not getting paid $10,000 to do a concert, cancel it and pout
Why cant you do it just to get your lyrics out

Whats the point of a 60,000 square foot mansion and a car for every day of the week
What the fuck would you do if you didnt get paid every time you speak

Try thinking and letting your lyrics flow out of your pen
Pour out your heart and stop worrying about how much money it'll bring in