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letra de look at what you did - varsity gang

[instrumental]

[verse 1: juci-a]
leave me alone, my soul at peace now
when i pull up i throw the peace sign
there was a time when i was hungry
but it’s okay we all feastin’
no one can tell me what to do
no one can come on our att-tudes
people be flexing just for views
i just be working to see a view
i won’t be working if i’m with you
what lies on the surface is just for you
but maybe if you want we could go deeper
or just make small talk, it’s up to you
don’t know what i’m doing, don’t have a clue
don’t know who i’m fooling you think i do
it’s all a mirage, it’s all a facade
a fantasy life that you [?], and i
wish i knew but i don’t know nothing, they too young to be wise
i think they bluffing, wanna know something, no i don’t
pluggin’ in to my headphones
f-ck this world it don’t come close
to the one inside my notes
just trying to stay afloat, and i
wish i had more
but i don’t, but i don’t, but i don’t, but i don’t, but i don’t
can’t go backwards
gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
forwards, gotta just write more words
telling my story to the world
and i hope, that nothing hopefully occurs

[verse 2: varsityjasper]
look at what you did
cookin’ in the lab when i made another hit
and i’m f-cking up a rack, in the track
in a matter of a minute when i’m spitting
i feel like i’m hitting l!cks
i can’t f-ck with these people
i can’t f-ck with your friends
only think i f-ck with is steady getting these xans
i’m tryna tell you i’m the best and i’m not tryna pretend
i’m really tryna win gold i’m not just tryna contend
and i think i’m going crazy painting pictures in my head
falling down, pushing [?], hoping i don’t end up dead
got them waiting for some more sh-t, never would’ve thought that
couple years in no flow getting brought back
talked that sh-t now they copy and they so whack
sorry for my words i’m just tripping off that cognac
posted in the stu’, i’m just tryna spit some more facts
verses hitting hard wrist proken from that blow back

[verse 3: d-manson]
back in time i got some roots
if i rap then it’s the truth
gotta give it to these motherf-ckers i ain’t waiting now
you sitting back and taking handouts
i’m on my tiptoes
father help me when it’s my time i’ll stretch my hand out
you an extra i’m a lead actor
this my game of chess you just another factor
use you like a p-wn
i don’t care about no record deal
i’m just tryna buy a house for my grandma
i don’t play yo games
i don’t talk to lames
i don’t conversate with people who only want the fame
f-ckin shame, f-ckin sick
stupid motherf-ckers wanna hit a l!ck
childish sh-t, i don’t wanna talk
i just wanna p-ss my cl-ss sh-t
i’m just tryna get up off my -ss sh-t
so i can move on to bigger and better sh-t
make a movie chase my dreams
stanley kubrick scene by scene
better try your best you can’t replicate me
know yall wanna be talkin about this
fresh -ss kid with the fresh -ss fits
yall don’t know how to rap like this
keep tryna ask what the secret is
i don’t know y’all gonna act p-ssed
look at what you did
you made a monster out of me
but that monster had an abnormality
but let me ask you this
how many f bombs does it take for a song to be a hit

- varsity gang

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