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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
    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 arm a 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
    It's what it is, talk all your shit

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    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 too 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 shelved
    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 inspired, 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 the tracks that you rap, damn

    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 a 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)

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