WHA?

By Repea

Released on October 23, 2020

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Stuck in the booth, no new news, I need some heat

Speaking the truth, my speakers blew, from making beats

Turn up my headphones, y'all need to let go

Cuz day one’s coming up with me, liftoff Apollo

I ain't ever start the latest

I'm just cooking up the latest

Recently I been the youngest

But I’ll just hide that till I'm famous

Ion do this for the recognition, God gave me the bars and I'll finish the mission

Everything I've ever wrote, and everything I've evеr known

Comes down to this, I'm down with it, I’ll hit a lick

Robbing my mind, of all the rhymes, timе after time

Give me the pad, ill cock back and I'll shoot, shoot

Wait

I'm paving the way for myself that I thought I could never do

I'm making the hits for underground, pass 'em out at school, y'all already knew

I’m lost in the booth making songs with the crew

I'm still on my feel-good but wanna stay true

I keep turning up while the sky is still blue

But when the night hits you know I'm in a mood

Lost in my thoughts, there's no door

And I want it to stop, no more

I can't find what’s lost, oh lord

I been Flipping my lines, spin in my chair

Write something new, I know I been there

Find something new and I wanna go back at it, back at it, back at it

This new me is different, not like a crack addict, crack addict, crack at it

Hop on the mic, instrumental I slap at it, slap at it, slap at it

I can hop on a track with JPEG

And then switch it up, to laid back

I'll catch 'em off guard, like trump's twitter

I might get discouraged, but I ain’t a quitter

I never was one, for hard hitters, no

But it slowly shines up, like all glitter

No filter

We went from wrestling on hills

To wrestlin' the bills at 7/11

Cuz we couldn’t afford a single meal

Spoiling T with his daily Arizona Ice Tea

And being honest we ain’t had no cash when bums asked for money

It was a routine, but it was all so simple

But when shit ended quickly, we didn’t look back swiftly

Shaped by the area, shaped by my zone

A bone thrown into the pit of slowly growing hope

I know I’m not alone, but sometimes I think I am

I’ve grown to know the foes and homes to hold close

Both my bros know I just rock the same shoes

I’m recognizable you’ll catch me walking around in my baggy clothes

H.O.E, homies over everything, that's my motto

When I’m downtown need my company, all of it

When I was younger

I used to chase attention

Like run Forrest run

My trust was so abrasive

I couldn’t trust everyone

Life downtown

And that’s downtown

Life downtown

And that’s downtown

That's downtown

That's how we do it