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letra de who - marcin viiviivii

who am i i’m the guy always high not afraid to try not afraid to die wondering why because my head’s in the sky up in the clouds yeah i’ve been through h-ll’s that’s multiple sinful stressful blessed full ak-47 mac 11 and the ar all a part of the trap crashed in a car inch way from death y’all think i ain’t know strugglin’ parents sh-t face mumblin these rappers bring the memories up again two felony charges a & b, beat them both and never snitch g while on probation was saying in a plug had 10,000 red macs ain’t talking bout an apple product just a product of the drug trade h-lla fights catch a fade had a knife switch blade sniffed my first line in the eighth grade last six months i’ve been broke as i’ve ever been people telling me my kind of rap is dyin i’m like b-tch quit the lyin in my whole life they had a reason why i couldn’t be a rapper whole childhood i hid my dream changed my ways thinking it was just a phase this ain’t no f-cking phase i can be anything i want to be i’m a show you you can be who you want to be for the kids no chain set them free no chains imma set em free

i throw my own shows grown and sold o’s slept all my foes get broke then get does from the ground up all me made a label myself record myself mix myself songs wrote my self promote myself, edit myself direct myself design myself dressed myself manage myself advice myself i even f-cking tat myself you like a worker elf obeying santa propaganda made my own shop sell my own sh-t don’t need a shooter i’ll shoot my own sh-t i’m really an entrepreneur these rappers full of sh-t like menor they f-ck boys like a minor saving up till i can go on tour right now i’m h-lla poor all my day ones either brain dead or in jail meth or heroin til there face pale i fight for color because my life is grayscale codeine so clean get scene get known break a bone take a thrown like i said on my own cuz i don’t mess with the big names all they wanna do is rob you and play games

finessing the f-ck out the goats i’m blowing backwoods on the coast x2

life ain’t easy you got a fight your way through the fire if they say they can stop you let them know they are liar if they say reach for the stars i promise god is much higher and if they ask for your soul and try to transpire don’t change your tone you are your own choir

- marcin viiviivii

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