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Who Are You? (Prod. Pinkhoodieguy) Video (MV)




Performed By: Atex
Length: 2:57
Written by: Atex




Atex - Who Are You? (Prod. Pinkhoodieguy) Lyrics




Aight, tell me who been stressing more than me
This past year, ain't nobody
Not looking for nobody, by myself on a island
Now, I landed, let's get wildin
It started back in winter
In the cold I always simmer
Sinner, sinner
Still always visit April and December
Anyway, I got lost in the numbers
Comparing to these others who ain't half of my contendors
Made me uncontent cuz the content they produced was still racking up numbers
On the way up, when you fall, who gon catch you
Oh my gosh, lost it all, now look at you
When the drums stop banging, is you still gon be amazing without money
If the fame's inflaming bouta burst into a million little pieces, what is left
Nowadays I just do it for the beat
Nowadays I just do it for the feat
How you say? I don't do it for the street
I guess you could say, I'm doing it for me
For the love of the craft
You see, my head was feeling cramped
Couldn't think straight anymore, had the curved bill on my cap
Way too tight
Thinking I could make it off these raps, yeah right
I'd get struck by lightning while skydiving, and learn how to fly
First, thing's first, I know the truth gon hurt
I know it took me some years to accept what others don't
In a lifetime, I was on a life line
Telling my brother how time flies
Watch this throw, now watch the watch, I guess that this my lifetime
Order, vamonos, pick up the phone, that's dominos
Falling back down, still dominos what's on yo nose? You need a dose? Still needle, hold
You need it, though
Watch me hit this line, then I'll be alright
Think of something clever first, and then I make it rhyme
On the way up, when you fall, who gon catch you
Oh my gosh, lost it all, now look at you
When the drums stop banging, is you still gon be amazing without money
If the fame's inflaming bouta burst into a million little pieces, what is left
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Aight, tell me who been stressing more than me
This past year, ain't nobody
Not looking for nobody, by myself on a island
Now, I landed, let's get wildin
It started back in winter
In the cold I always simmer
Sinner, sinner
Still always visit April and December
Anyway, I got lost in the numbers
Comparing to these others who ain't half of my contendors
Made me uncontent cuz the content they produced was still racking up numbers
On the way up, when you fall, who gon catch you
Oh my gosh, lost it all, now look at you
When the drums stop banging, is you still gon be amazing without money
If the fame's inflaming bouta burst into a million little pieces, what is left
Nowadays I just do it for the beat
Nowadays I just do it for the feat
How you say? I don't do it for the street
I guess you could say, I'm doing it for me
For the love of the craft
You see, my head was feeling cramped
Couldn't think straight anymore, had the curved bill on my cap
Way too tight
Thinking I could make it off these raps, yeah right
I'd get struck by lightning while skydiving, and learn how to fly
First, thing's first, I know the truth gon hurt
I know it took me some years to accept what others don't
In a lifetime, I was on a life line
Telling my brother how time flies
Watch this throw, now watch the watch, I guess that this my lifetime
Order, vamonos, pick up the phone, that's dominos
Falling back down, still dominos what's on yo nose? You need a dose? Still needle, hold
You need it, though
Watch me hit this line, then I'll be alright
Think of something clever first, and then I make it rhyme
On the way up, when you fall, who gon catch you
Oh my gosh, lost it all, now look at you
When the drums stop banging, is you still gon be amazing without money
If the fame's inflaming bouta burst into a million little pieces, what is left
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Writer: Atex
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