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letra de take a hi(n)t - wasaru

[verse 1]
i guess i’m just a product of my environment
they like to label me crazy, i haven’t even tried to hide the sh-t
they find it weird i like to be isolated
i’m high out of my mind, i’ll try to find it later
tried to push me away, so i put pen to paper
if you’re not in a song, then you don’t really matter
i’ve been going hard because i really had it
and i’ve been going off because i’m a f-cking b-st-rd
you have views up on your videos?
i have views to make a difference in this rap sh-t
your fans confined by gold chains
my fans let out rage equivalent to how i get
because what i say makes a difference
y’all are really stuck up on ya image
look at all these flashy gold chains and bad b-tches
i may be broke, but it’s better than living like a gimmick
y’all just as fake as the god that you’re worshipping
i’m slaying ’em, now i’m playing, son
can’t you check the rays of love
that i’m shooting out from this tommy gun?
probably not, you kept your mind in a box
and awakened a kraken, trying to bully me
and that’s some serious sh-t
so now your life? i’ma cop it
times running out, better turn back your watch, kid
i’ve been devouring bodies since they opened my coffin
that’s where they lost me

[verse 2]
broke the seel, became the poster boy for pills
broke that addiction and now my word send chills
i’ve been up for like three days, slaving for a check
that won’t make my record famous
all these temptations are coming real blatant
emotions ran dry, so f-ck your face
keep supporting these lames, you won’t grow as an individual
hitting critical limits of rappers subliminally dissing you
i don’t know how they do this
get famous off of music
i’ve had so much influence
and i’ve lost friends from this movement
why am i so ready to chuck the deuces?
i only have everything to gain, i won’t sell my soul
that sh-t will only make me anxious
sit back while i kick this sh-t
and i will kick the bucket once i’m done with it
so don’t floss in my face, i will jack your whip
i’m fluent with the pen game, #i’mthesh-t
my come up will one up you, stunnas
i’ll show up and blow up you, busters
i’ll never quit, love this sh-t too much
get to rolling while i crimp a dutch you, lil’ b-tches

[verse 3]
pull up on the scene with my backpack
and a phat sack of bomb weed, that’s that
cold hearted, man i told you from the go
now i’ma kick on the instrumentals, producers make ’em up
expect the hands, inspect and deck ya, man
see? i’m pestilence to your egocentric “test a man”
i’m sounding like a veteran at 20
resurrecting old souls in hand

- wasaru

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