Yikes

Yeah
 I've been wearin' this same outfit for the last three days
 Like, "Bitch, do I look I care?"
 Nah, I never signed a deal, always independent
 Like, "Bitch, do I look like I share?"
 Nah, always playing games, always playing wit' me
 Like, "Bitch, do I look like a fair?"
 Nah, always steppin' on me, it's sleepin' on me
 Like, "Bitch, do I look like a chair?"
 Not prepared to feast, it's time to eat
 How can I copy you when you're a lesser me?
 You made a lot of noise, I made a masterpiece
 Still laughin' at a few who laughed at me (Hehehe)
 All the way to your desk
 All I see is my worst when you offer your best
 And you know I don't normally flex
 But we came up from nothing, TEAMWITT 'til our deathbed, yes
 Here is a fact
 Could hold my whole nation with knives in my back
 Some people still owe me a sorry in fact
 Can keep all that shit, I don't live in the past
 I'm livin' to rap, I'm rappin' to live
 I can't tell the difference, you get what you give
 You only hurt you if you never forgive
 You already lost if you never begin
 It's what it is, talk all your shit
 Confused if you think I'm not one to go savage
 You live in a basement and post your reactions
 Of people who made it 'cause you were to average
 If something's you teach how our rappin' is here
 Please give your opinion, I'm dyin' to hear it
 See, all of the things that you did in the year
 That still never led to a music career
 Oh, yikes, here, let me help
 "Witt Lowry sucks, he should be shelfed"
 Lately he's soundin' like everyone else
 You copied the shit 'cause that shit wouldn't sell
 If you'd change a word, or a lyric or two
 And put it back out and pretend that it's new
 Then maybe you'll grow in the way that he grew
 I'm glad I aspired, but credit me too
 Day in my shoes, you wouldn't last
 Listen to "Hurt," listen to "Crash"
 Try to do good, try to give back
 And spill out my soul over all of my tracks
 Craps in the barrel, they look down and laugh
 And wring us for every last dollar we have
 It's easy to make your lil' rappers look bad
 When you don't own half of good tracks that you rap, damn
 (Hehehe, huh)
 Get it all by ourselves, fuck your advance
 Fuck all the dollars they gave you for marketing
 I just want music to come from the heart again
 I just want music to become an art again
 I was still workin' while you were out partyin'
 Wonderin' how did I build up an audience
 I put in work and just thought it was obvious
 Give me a mic and a beat and I'll body it
 (Du-du-du-du) I've been nice, but don't push me
 I rap from the heart and you call me a pussy
 I think you're a coward, you talk like you would be
 I'm mad 'cause is my life is where you think you should be
 Like, what do you get from it? Posting online
 And just spreadin' some negative shit all the time
 Yeah, your comment was mean, but I think I'll be fine
 Hate the life that you live, so you're hatin' on mine (gah)
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 If you want to keep your integrity
 You can't go on for mass production, can you?
 I mean you can't just become a little cog in the big machine
 Can you?
 I should probably call my mom, it's been a couple weeks
 Funny how I live the dream but I don't fuckin' sleep
 They bring nothing to the table and they want a seat
 Constant battle in my mind and all I want is peace
 I keep my trophies on the low so they don't feel bad
 "Last Letter" at my show, I know they feel that
 I show the people perseverance when I feel sad
 I put the music out for free and yet I feel trapped
 I used to never own a thing and now I own shit
 Livin' in and out of bag like I'm homeless
 That's when I realize that it's people that are home, shit
 As I look at all my things, I'm feeling homesick (Feeling homesick)