| The one and only Witt Lowry, some people call me Lowry
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| You talk a lot of shit when you don’t even fuckin' know me
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| A bunch of fuckin' actors, think you all should win a Tony
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| Said I signed a fuckin' deal, like «Where, bitch? |
| Show me!»
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| You became a fuckin' critic 'cause you lack any skill
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| Tried to make up with your mouth what you lack on the field
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| You don’t even know yourself 'cause you lack being real
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| If all I rap about is love, then all they rap about is pills
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| To the man who hit and then ran in that crash
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| I wanna say, «Fuck you with every single ounce of fuck that I have»
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| Karma’s comin', hope you’re watchin' your back
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| You keep ignorin' the facts
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| If passion mattered, I’d be covered in plaques, damn
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| Only offended if the shoe fits
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| You lied so much that you don’t even know what truth is
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| I told 'em all from the start «Trust the blueprint»
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| TEAMWITT until my motherfuckin' death, that’s the movement
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| Don’t want it when I’m on the attack
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| I might just have to hit up Ninja just to borrow his mats
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| I might just have to hit up Cloak just to borrow his strats
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| A bunch of rappers soundin' like they just been borrowin' tracks
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| Used to laugh and poke fun but now the joke’s on who?
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| You push papers for a living, guess the joke’s on you
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| Despite your popular belief, the life you live you choose
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| And when you sacrifice for love, what do you actually lose?
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| You talk a lot, but you say the least
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| The closest you’ve ever been to a dream is you countin' sheep
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| You used to count me out, now see the numbers and want a piece
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| It’s sad to know you’ll never be the one you pretend to be
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| I don’t do good with might, maybe, should’ve or probably
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| All I want is trust, love, fun and some honesty
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| I’ve only scratched the surface of the person I wanna be
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| But came a long way, I wanna say «Motherfucker, I’m proud of me!» |