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letra de who is & who ain't - warpsa

[verse 1: warpsa]
i can feel you in my room lately
i can feel you guiding everything
but everything i f-cking do it feels like i’ll never win
i been fighting in the dark with my 7 sins
cornered from my past and these bars are like heavy hits
been two months i’m back to my old habits
guess they never really die if i rap about em
back to sour back to powder back to rapping bout it
back to everything i left on a pad and quill
back to shouting in my girls face
back to self medicating all my problems in the first place
back to self doubt, i back myself out
running from the truth is never gonna work hey
so turn the page i been tryna right my wrongs lately
often faded so i put em in my songs maybe
it might help but it never seems to better me
i’m going round the twist and i’m loosing all my energy
figured out i’m my own worst enemy
and all of my friends are addicted to amphetamines
still i paint my dreams, stiil i wreck these beats
still i show em how to k!ll it from the west to east
so check the streeze i ain’t changing it for no cat
pour my heart on every page on my notepad
i know my dad he won’t ever say he’s proud of me
it hurts to think that he’s only every doubted me
my little brothers only job was a pound a week
and my mother man she probably needs some counselling

[verse 2: treks]
yeah i’m over hearing that these punks ain’t fakes
you’re all f-ggots in denial claiming something you ain’t
you nothing but snakes
a bunch of backstabbing two faced heads
talk about the game but you haven’t even played yet they
hating treks cause i tell em how it is
quit crying bout your problems
you just sounding like a b-tch
little addicts wanna whinge
when they haven’t had a hit
pack a pip jab the fit and still be hanging off my d-ck
no sh-t no one ever tick
junkies love the free rush
i never trust a fiend i need the money ‘for they see drugs i
give a f-ck what they promising or offering
like push up players i keep my 8 b-lls pocketed
straight monotonous seen it all before
same sh-t different faces
see them standing on my porch
while they banging on the door
addicts scratching at the source
habits hanging like they jaws
i leave em scattered when i’m gone and i
let em talk, talking like they know what’s best
so keep talking like you know me
you don’t know the treks so
throw the dress throw those names
try and run your mouth
rappers try and claim the street
but never leaving the f-cking house a
bunch of clowns think they witnessed the game
but they ain’t been a f-cking junky sixteen hitting veins
and they ain’t been across the country bringing keys interstate
i been and done it seen enough to know who is & who ain’t

- warpsa

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