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I can feel you in my room lately I can feel you guiding everything But everything I f**king do it feels I'll never win I been fighting in the dark with my seven sins Cornered from my past and these bars are like heavy hits Been two months I'm back to my old habits Guess they never really die if I rap about em Back to sour back to powder back to rapping bout it Back to everything I left on a pad and [?] Back to shouting in my girls face Back to self medicating all my problems in the first place Back to self doubt, I back myself out Running from the truth is never gonna work hey So turn the page I been tryna right my wrongs lately Often faded so I put em in my songs maybe It might help but it never seems to better me I'm going round the twist and I'm loosing all my energy Figured out I'm my own worst enemy And all of my friends are addicted to amphetamines Still I paint my dreams, still I wreck these beats Still I show em how to kill it from the West to East So check the steeze I ain't changing it for no cat Pour my heart on every page in my notepad I know my dad he won't ever say he's proud of me It hurts to think that he's only ever doubted me My little brothers only job was a pound a week And my mother man she probably needs some counselling Yeah, I'm over hearing that these punks ain't fake You're all faggots in denial claiming something you ain't You nothing but snakes A bunch of backstabbing two faced heads Talk about the game, but you haven't even played yet they Hating Treks cause I tell em how it is Quit crying bout your problems you just sounding like a b*t*h Little addicts wanna whinge, when they haven't had a hit Pack a pip jab the fit and still be hanging off my d**k No sh*t no one ever tick, junkies love the free rush I never trust a fiend I need the money 'for they see drugs I Give a f**k what they promising or offering Like push up players I keep my eight-balls pocketed Straight monotonous seen it all before Same sh*t different faces see them standing on my porch While they banging on the door, addicts scratching at the source Habits hanging like they jaws I leave em scattered when I'm gone and I Let em talk, talking like they know what's best So keep talking like you know me you don't know the Treks so Throw the dress throw those names try and run your mouth Rappers try and claim the street but never leaving the f**king house a Bunch of clowns think they witnessed the game But they ain't been a f**king junky sixteen hitting veins And they ain't been across the country bringing keys interstate I been and done it seen enough to know who is & who ain't
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