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letra de the race for fame - trap haunt

[verse]
life being so tough by the time pass
found yourself in a place with no pace in this life race
a statement full of problem
tryna figure out each sh-t with you rage, no laxness
chase our dream of being rex not to be relax
and the dream of race i always chase
a race for fame, must play with them
tryna write another rhyme
with the words said by my broken mind
everywhere i go see the people are blind
wherе the lost inspiration ? i tryna find
all venom, toxic sh-t ; just leavе ’em behind
implement my scheme but n0body will care
unless i got with some h-lla stacked, naked girl
be content with your eden but i chose my h-ll
we got different road, b-tch we not the same
this life like a game, playing without seein’ any emblem
if i win i got redeemed but if i lose i fall like a lame
see multiproblem (blunt christ), just lose my name
i make that noise ’cause of my rage
i tear down that rose, don’t care ’bout those hoes
snipe at me, not ’bout to switch up on my broz
my broz before hoes
get to the bucks then f-ck another stacked sauce
those hoes k!llin’ my broz
f-ckin’ on this feelin’, getting pain of lose
my brother who did suicide and your text by side (f-ck i cried)
thrax ‘nd rose and the evil force
blood on the floor, taking overdose (now i’m lost)
[chorus]
while people are busy gettin’ bucks ‘nd chicks
we are busy gettin’ fame ‘nd make it freeze
devils on my shoulder dominating on me
getting bucuks ‘nd thrax that ain’t for free
being rex, don’t flex. aim to the money-tree
ain’t making this rap, making my biography
spill zaleplon in my coffee, makin’ rap for free
they wanna collab with me but i don’t f-ckin’ agree
f-ckin’ making this rap, they will never disagree (freak)
i’m leading my life like a mothaf-ckin’ freak god
doing whatever i want, i’m doing and makin’ the riot (riot)
f-ckin’ on this feeling, i’m mothaf-cking dealing
with a devil and i’m healin’ my brain from pain
i’ve been smoking that sh-t
when i’ll die you’ll say rest in peace
kiss me with your bl–dy lip
you’re a vampire b-tch but i’m a heartless tyke
who follows own niche

- trap haunt

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