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letra de my life - wiki & subjxct 5

[wiki – verse 1:]

my life’s a song , nah, a sitcom
just goes on and on no direction
just a theme song in my head on repeat
i need to keep calm before i freak out
can’t complete it i couldn’t conceive the grievance
something i ain’t seen need to write me off the second season
got him some sort of disease or had some other [?] cheaper
i could not believe it you would do him dirty like sneakers
in the mud, what the f-ck was the reason
i was sick or wasn’t evеn
had no heavy breathing wasn’t bleeding
it was in my head and no way you couldn’t trеat it
uh, paranoid, every noise it made him squeamish
had to see rational [?]
that my team was schemin’
they wanna leave him outta everything they do
yeah, until they need him
something to eat, a place to watch tv, a spot to sleep in
they switch the topic when i start to see it
[?] good for nothing rotten heathen
they look at me like jesus, wik, when you really start believin’?
looked in the mirror and i started feelin bad for myself
cause the man i see could be a demon, i ain’t-
a saint, despite what i be preachin’
i f-ck a lot and cheated i drank-
til i sank or tried to beat it but i can’t
i’m an ant in a colosseum
nah i’m a tank to your college theater
burn it down started reading scripture
but it was big l – the big[ger] picture
it was biggie it was christopher that got me through high school
suicidal thoughts got me i was suicidal
like f-ck it though, i’m a piece of sh-t
and right on top of the bucket list it’s nothing it’s-
put me in h-ll with the other sick f-cks that wanted this
i know i’m not alone stuck in this, spill til there’s nothing left
went from a lil skipper to a sunken ship
wasn’t a f-ckin rig, not oil was blood pumped in him
help myself up start to boil up again
melted the oven mitt, sh-t, fell back in love with it
[wiki & subjxt 5 – chorus:]
what i’m made of!
what i’m made of, blood vessels and veins covered with makeup
for the sake of, the muscles i flex
already thought i was a saint but now i’m comin’ direct
so ears open but cover your heads
before you get hit with some sh-t leave you bl–dy and red
make some [?]
i didn’t know the kid was so bl–dy well-read
i don’t want your praise, nah i want money instead
and i’m not lazy when i’m layin’ up in my bed
cause my mind stays racing comin’ up with the next sh-t
and i’m not crazy maybe need to get me some rest, and-

[wiki – verse 2:]

i wanna make ya’ll understand what i’m saying
when i start with this statement
i love everything on the face of this earth
but for what it’s worth i hate when
i stay away pacing, brain replayin’ how they blame him
for the way i say some sh-t, seems like some made up sh-t
or make fun of the way i look, my unibrow, the way i spit
the way i live, call him wiki [?]
the only had the taste for basic sh-t, they picky eaters
then i face it, ain’t no disgracing this just cause they had disdain for it
i’m embracing it
got ball-gone engraved in my handkerchief
a mutt, a mix of great dane and a pit
[?] wanna go face-to-face with the kid
i’m racing with myself, it’s wik v. wik, see
i don’t want no part of the lane that you in
cause it’s a weird lane that you in, when you lame and you win
sh-t i told you on my debut, i was made for this sh-t
got jokes? i got ghosts, you ain’t got close, no
you? you ain’t got no dope
and even [?], you ain’t got no soul
sound like a broken record, got no flow
bozo [?] why i get so [?] off by ’em
why’s it even worth letting ’em know?
every petty bone in me broke
like the levee letting my thoughts flow free, letting ’em go
flooding all your homes, come for whatever you own
all while ending a drought, turned on his head
everything you ever spoke, made you question-
everything you were told and were pretentious about
and that’s just the present though, most never know
flew back from an old-school past, i will uphold
throw out all my old raps, i will not choke
throw him a whole new track, i will unload
no matter what it sound like, sh-t’s true rap
so no matter what the beat like, it’s boom-bap
can excuse yourself but you can’t excuse facts
zooted, everything i know fluidly through rap
so ya’ll need to stop doing me like that
excluded from the pack, threw him out, but then he threw it right back
a boomerang with some [?] and a pack
all the cats did him dirty, i’m doing ’em like that
straight, don’t make the mistake of make pat mad
cause i will take [?]
just as fast as ya’ll raised ya’ll fists, the disrespect
tryna grasp who it is that raised ya’ll kids

who the f-ck raised ya’ll kids!

[wiki & subjxt 5 – chorus:]

what i’m made of!
what i’m made of, blood vessels and veins covered with makeup
for the sake of, the muscles i flex
already thought i was a saint but now i’m comin’ direct
so ears open but cover your heads
before you get hit with some sh-t leave you bl–dy and red
make some [?]
i didn’t know the kid was so bl–dy well-read
i don’t want your praise, nah i want money instead
and i’m not lazy when i’m layin’ up in my bed
cause my mind stays racing comin’ up with the next sh-t
and i’m not crazy maybe need to get me some rest, and, cause maybe, nah

- wiki subjxct 5

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