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letra de rip passy - sike - rip passy

look at me man, tryna rap feel like i can’t
do it no more
keepin it hunnid but people ain’t messin with that
my music wack
yea i spew the facts (ay)
i’m gonna quit (yeah)

i say
sike (ay)
i never give up the fight (ay)
i’m always talkin bout life (ay)
my music got me so high (ay)
you better get on the right page
ain’t no tellin what i might say
i’m always doin it my way
or else you takin the highway

i say
i feel like a slave
i’m diggin a grave to bury my pain
married again but she never givin me attention
where’s the fame
where’s the fate
when it come to my fate i don’t care about fame
i care about change (yea)
wait hold up
i said i feel like a slave
the graves
the places that i stay
livin the rest of my days
here im tryna escape
get out the way
get out the way
tryna come at me (ooo!)
why you attackin (ooo!)
you tryna ask me (ooo!)
“why you rappin?”
“who me?”
true

i say
sike (ay)
i never give up the fight
i’m always talkin bout life
my music got me so high
you better get on the right page
ain’t no tellin what i might say
i’m always doin it my way
or is you takin the highway
i say
i don’t know what i’ve become
i don’t know what i’ve done
that music got me crazy
i used to do it for fun
i feel like i’m constantly changing
feel like these people hate me
these women just won’t date me
it’s like they allergic
cuz i turned into a nut
i am such a clown
i ain’t nothing now
funny how i got money now
but it doesn’t help
cunning smile
all up on my face cuz
i’m fake
i been running miles
all up in this race
with no pace
i am gonna die

sike (ay)
i never give up the fight (ay)
i’m always talkin bout life (ay)
my music got me so high (ay)
you better get on the right page
ain’t no tellin what i might say
i’m always doin it my way
or is you takin the highway
i say
sike (ay)
i never give up the fight
i’m always talkin bout life
my music got me so high
you better get on the right page
ain’t no tellin what i might say
i’m always doin it my way
or is you takin the highway
i say

mama said i’m made for this
so ima keep on chasing it
remember all the days when
i would be at home just making hits
and dreaming about making it
i never thought i’d play with it
like fire that i make it with
now all these people blazing it
ain’t n0body gonna tell me what to do
because i’d rather listen to myself
instead of listening to you
if i have to pick and choose
i would rather sit in pews
your advice would make me lose
god’s advice gave me tools, woo
here i am again i got plans to win
but it’s kinda hard when i don’t know who i’m dancin with
look at past wrongs
i learn fast dog
but now i gotta tell you this my last song
sorry (hehe)

- rip passy

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