Witt Lowry - Yikes lyrics

Yeah

I've been wearin' this same outfit
For the last three days
Like, "Bitch, do I look like 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 arm a 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 too average
The substitute teacher of 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 shelved"
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 inspired, 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
The tracks that you rap, damn
(Hehehe, huh)
Did 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 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

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 a 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