Bars.from.a.poet Lyrics

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What's up y'all, this is Bars from A Poet, you feel me

Is this thing on

Mic check, mic check, one two, one two, I live two lives, one for me and you don't live

For me, but you

True this youngin, can be inconsiderate and rude

When I wake up on the wrong side of bed with no food

I'm hungry, at least we got our beds, motherfuckers out here homeless

At least you got your head, motherfuckers it's lonely, I'm tryna get ahead, but the world to hold me

Back, the only time somebody really got that

So I rap with my back against the wall, going harder than them all, till it tumbles and it falls, practice makes progress I know I ain't perfect

Worth it, deserve it, constantly learning, I earned it, and fuck your validation, I'm working

Towards better greatness, gotta keep some haters, love to my fans, balance, how you make it learn, from a wise man, Watts Sticks, he the greatest

This stick up, tell em, give me all the praises, show me all the love if you feel that I'm amazing

A real one put that on two

I don't need a gun, trust believe, but I'll shoot

Look

Coming from the streets where it's darker than all my niggas, getting

Smarter, yeah we should've went Harvard, but didn't, I'm different, don't listen to my

Music, I dropped it

Not popping unless you said it was, heard it on the radio, now everybody claim I'm blood, feeling like that nigga's dumb, naw nigga remember them days you wasn't fucking with me

They wasn't fucking with me, this thing on, mic check