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spazzy d - war pain lyrics

well hey there mister famous
how long til you become mister -n-s
how long until you’re brainwashed or brainless and money chains and women are your only language
well back when i was lame to hang with
trying to make a name out the homie bas-m-nt
but base is the place i am most complacent
home plate is the place i get most the hatred
this ain’t about race but face it
second place is really first place replacement
so if i’m in your top 3 i’ll take it
or top 5 or 10
i’m never going to a 9 to 5 again
been pretty busy living in this city of sin
hit the jackpot or jack pot to win
i crack codes when i hold the pen
i’m in my zone again
again tryna get my life right
i write every single feeling on the inside i hide
looking for my home base i slide
i’m not even safe at my home plate
why lie, i cried. struggles of a nice guy
sentimental mental what’s a nickel to a dime
i put my whole life in every single line i write
may not be the smartest in my mind but i am a lyrical einstein. s-p-a-zz-y-d, they say who’s he
i’m me, i mean i think
i don’t know i gotta find myself
had to grind myself
wrote every line myself
had to remind myself
that i was good enough to make it
when i made a mixtape three store put mine on the shelve. thank god. amen
my god i’m praying
that i rise, neverland. that i fly, peter pan
on the way to never land
make it into heaven man
i was like 7 when i noticed that we couldn’t settle in
let me tell you what i’m talking bout
we kept on moving house to house for like a couple of months until the lease was up then we were out
no doubt momma always told me stand out
understand you can never have your hand out
and she said that i was flyer than a handout
and i know you worried but i got my future planned out
your boy is the man now
how can he raise the roof cause he ruthless
who’s this kid with a brand new movement
smile on his face and the hate can’t move it
smile in the face of the hate til i’m toothless
ate steak at place called ruth chris
no date if she only bring cuteness
to the table on my plate is a blueprint
green for the blues then i abuse the music
please don’t confuse youth with stupid
spittin truth for you and my amus-m-nt
sick as lupus, every song is lucid
i’m tight & you loose so when they hear me they lose it
war pain look at my bruises
any more pain & my brain is wounded
fighting myself i often lose but its coo
and i chose to not use excuses
useless truces duces dude this war pain
who produces all this truth before fame
never did it for fame, broke walls, tore chains
pure flames, two two true like i’m 4 chainz
never did i ever switch nor change
only switch flows , change lanes when the flow plain
flow change lanes got gas h-lla propane
woah pro flow this dude dope as cocaine
all of this commotion from a no name
jumped off the porch kinda short
all black jansport momma always let the door hang. thank the lord i never let a 44 bang
letting every letter hit yo fort this is war pain
war with a couple swords in your core your slain
your gain never in consideration
and twitter verification isn’t validation
nahhh i’m valid without it you doubting my talent keep sipping all of this water til you drowning in gallons
sinner or saint w-ssup with the balance
life is hard but i’m up for the challenge. free

- spazzy d lyrics

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