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Yeah! I've been wearin' this same outfit for the last three days Like, "Bitch, do I look I care?" Nah, I never signed a deal, always independent Like, "Bitch, do I look like I share?" Nah, always playing games, always playing wit' me Like, "Bitch, do I look like a fair?" Nah, always steppin' on me, it's sleepin' on me Like, "Bitch, do I look like a chair?" Not prepared to feast, it's time to eat How can I copy you when you're a lesser me? You made a lot of noise, I made a masterpiece Still laughin' at a few who laughed at me (Hehehe) All the way to your desk All I see is my worst when you offer your best And you know I don't normally flex But we came up from nothing, TEAMWITT 'til our deathbed, yes Here is a fact Could hold my whole nation with knives in my back Some people still owe me a sorry in fact Can keep all that shit, I don't live in the past I'm livin' to rap, I'm rappin' to live I can't tell the difference, you get what you give You only hurt you if you never forgive You already lost if you never begin Letras de cancionesIt's what it is, talk all your shit Confused if you think I'm not one to go savage You live in a basement and post your reactions Of people who made it 'cause you were to average If something's you teach how our rappin' is here Please give your opinion, I'm dyin' to hear it See, all of the things that you did in the year That still never led to a music career Oh, yikes, here, let me help "Witt Lowry sucks, he should be shelfed" Lately he's soundin' like everyone else You copied the shit 'cause that shit wouldn't sell If you'd change a word, or a lyric or two And put it back out and pretend that it's new Then maybe you'll grow in the way that he grew I'm glad I aspired, but credit me too Day in my shoes, you wouldn't last Listen to "Hurt," listen to "Crash" Try to do good, try to give back And spill out my soul over all of my tracks Craps in the barrel, they look down and laugh And wring us for every last dollar we have It's easy to make your lil' rappers look bad When you don't own half of good tracks that you rap, damn (Hehehe, huh) Did it all by ourselves, fuck your advance Fuck all the dollars they gave you for marketing I just want music to come from the heart again I just want music to become an art again I was still workin' while you were out partyin' Wonderin' how did I build up an audience I put in work and just thought it was obvious Give me a mic and a beat and I'll body it (Du-du-du-du) I've been nice, but don't push me I rap from the heart and you call me a pussy I think you're a coward, you talk like you would be I'm mad 'cause is my life is where you think you should be Like, what do you get from it? Posting online And just spreadin' some negative shit all the time Yeah, your comment was mean, but I think I'll be fine Hate the life that you live, so you're hatin' on mine, gah If you want to keep your integrity You can't go on for mass production, can you? I mean you can't just become a little cog in the big machine Can you? I should probably call my mom, it's been a couple weeks Funny how I live the dream but I don't fuckin' sleep They bring nothing to the table and they want a seat Constant battle in my mind and all I want is peace I keep my trophies on the low so they don't feel bad "Last Letter" at my show, I know they feel that I show the people perseverance when I feel sad I put the music out for free and yet I feel trapped I used to never own a thing and now I own shit Livin' in and out of bag like I'm homeless That's when I realize that it's people that are home, shit As I look at all my things, I'm feeling homesick (Feeling homesick) From Letras Mania