New mic, new headphones, new programs. I'm back. New song. Wrote this one about 2~ months ago. Been waiting for new equipment to put out real songs. Well anyways, peep it and let me know what you think!
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First you in a good dream, then it turns to nightmare
Thinkin' bout this girl and how we could be a nice pair
She might care, fuck it, she probably doesn't
I thought we were meant to be but we really wasn't
Because, its so hard to let the past go
But when change gunna come, do I need to pass go?
This ain't none that bullshit, I ain't on that fool shit
Just spittin' on the track, to let y'all realize all the facts though
Uh, I'm so I to the double L
If you never knew me, pretty soon you just might tell
That I don't act fake, I stay away from the bad directors
Now the labels tryna reach me like a tax collector
These rap reflect the, realness in inside you
Or could be the fake shit you tryna do
I'm so so true
And I'm so so ill, but do I really need to show you proof?
Nah fool
See, everything don't go right
Thats why I'm sitting here and I'm feeling so alone tonight
I try so hard to give it my all, but I guess its not enough for y'all
Thats why I'm killing shit, just to prove to y'all my flows right
And if I'm not on your radio, that mean that theres some shady hoes
Hatin' on these good tracks, they don't wanna play these flows
But I don't trip, cause I'm still gunna try hard
Get through all struggles, yeah we all know that lifes hard
I ain't saying I'm the best by far
But Imma do what it takes, and never let down my guard
Kill songs, kill songs, but never ever feel wrong
Do it every week, but I always still feel strong
I need to slow down from this fuckin' fast life
Rappin' all day, stay tryna get my craft right
But I'm still schoolin' clowns, yep I'm the class type
Know whats good and bad, but still I don't act right
Everyday dreamin' Imma make it out one day
Always rappin' whats true, I ain't bout that gunplay
People sayin' I gotta chance, but thats only what some say
Stay prayin' to make it out, like everydays a Sunday
But where did yesterday go?, shit time flies
Doin' work in the studio, like its a nine to five
And sometime I hear my music in cars when they drive by
So nows my time to take a chance, I don't get nine lives
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First you in a good dream, then it turns to nightmare
Thinkin' bout this girl and how we could be a nice pair
She might care, fuck it, she probably doesn't
I thought we were meant to be but we really wasn't
Because, its so hard to let the past go
But when change gunna come, do I need to pass go?
This ain't none that bullshit, I ain't on that fool shit
Just spittin' on the track, to let y'all realize all the facts though
Uh, I'm so I to the double L
If you never knew me, pretty soon you just might tell
That I don't act fake, I stay away from the bad directors
Now the labels tryna reach me like a tax collector
These rap reflect the, realness in inside you
Or could be the fake shit you tryna do
I'm so so true
And I'm so so ill, but do I really need to show you proof?
Nah fool
See, everything don't go right
Thats why I'm sitting here and I'm feeling so alone tonight
I try so hard to give it my all, but I guess its not enough for y'all
Thats why I'm killing shit, just to prove to y'all my flows right
And if I'm not on your radio, that mean that theres some shady hoes
Hatin' on these good tracks, they don't wanna play these flows
But I don't trip, cause I'm still gunna try hard
Get through all struggles, yeah we all know that lifes hard
I ain't saying I'm the best by far
But Imma do what it takes, and never let down my guard
Kill songs, kill songs, but never ever feel wrong
Do it every week, but I always still feel strong
I need to slow down from this fuckin' fast life
Rappin' all day, stay tryna get my craft right
But I'm still schoolin' clowns, yep I'm the class type
Know whats good and bad, but still I don't act right
Everyday dreamin' Imma make it out one day
Always rappin' whats true, I ain't bout that gunplay
People sayin' I gotta chance, but thats only what some say
Stay prayin' to make it out, like everydays a Sunday
But where did yesterday go?, shit time flies
Doin' work in the studio, like its a nine to five
And sometime I hear my music in cars when they drive by
So nows my time to take a chance, I don't get nine lives
Feedback #1
Feedback #2
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