Continue this rap...

I don't write raps, I came here to make enemies
See all my predecessors fail that never were a friend to me
Your mind is like a jail, my life is living hell
I asked God "please no more rain" so instead He sent some hail
And I'm locked in top spot yet it's getting hard to tell
So much weed that it's gettin' hard to smell
So much smoke that it's gettin' hard to see
Like this... doo doo de da and the beat goes on with or without me

I did a lotta things that I wouldn't do again
Let my enemies close while I lost a lotta friends
Few rappers style's near me, you faggots must be French
Cuz half the **** I read doesn't even make sense
A hundred coins short of dollar, kill rappers in a flash
I gotta lotta regrets, and not a lotta cash
But I made it where I am and I never kissed an ***
**** optimism I don't even see a glass
Unless you talkin' bout my pipe, I smoked it like your wife
Threw the ashes away and didn't even write
One lust night but that didn't make it right
But the truth is what I write, maybe just for your delight
And the beat goes on doo de da through the night
With or without me, alright alright alright...

Under a lotta pressure, tryin' to succeed
Got a house fulla riches but I couldn't pay the deed
Got everything I wanted but nothin' that I need
And even with your easy life you'd still rather be me
I can see in the dark I can hear in the quiet
I met some zen monks and showed 'em how to start a riot
Oppressed become oppressors, but never learn they lesson
And I gotta another line I'd like to write in a second
But the beat plays over so I didn't get to finish
Like doo doo de da da, the beat plays on with or without ya'll
Like doo de da da da, like woah, like woah, alright then, le's goooo