Artem Roach - It Was Aight.. lyrics

[Verse 1: DnA] And I've felt an outcast, trying to outlast Thoughts of the situations that I've pa**ed And I've felt alone, but haven't we all If we've all felt that way, that means we all feel the same Different roads, but we all drive the lanes Cause we all feel pain, I used to feel like Lil Wayne Short and made fun of for it, but before it Back when I was four, I used to pray and wish for A day that I could stand up for it Or should I say floor it, cause I'm driving when the door hit Or it, open up for me, nothing can control me Who really thinks they can find a way to stop me Drop me down, but my face will not frown Toss me around, I'm coming back up now Screw the pain, screwdriver in my hand The foreign reign cause I shower in this land They all got a small sight like they eyes is Asian I gotta wear shades or you'll see what I'm facing Not much, that's what, like MGK I got em lacing I'm basing my flow on the life that I know, on a stop light, I go And you can be pacing but look up and see that I'm racing But y'all got me jogging my victory lap ‘cause you are not even on track [Verse 2: AnR] Me actually spitting is actually a miracle The problem is not writing just sometimes I'm just not feeling me Unlike Like the majority of guys Can't get a hit anywhere under par Drunk swerving hitting a tree on the edge of the green Shoulda gotten a driver son Now you're just sitting in the back Well sitting and laughing aloud Telling your buddies that y'all didn't get far #squad goals in the back of a squad car Those are the moments that we don't forget Still laughing in the cell like damn we got caught Then reminiscing back like dude that was your fault I told you when we saw blue behind us we should stop Then yeahhhh I guess that you were right But I couldn't get my foot up off the petal it was stuck Arguing back and forth pushing blame on one another Man you thought these were your friends Practically they're like your brothers And you might not have the people who can live up to that title But I've seen enemies become friends and from those friends they became family And finding false friends has never been far from familiar It's as consistent as nowaday rappers tryna be singers Or is it the other way around? Man you're making my head spin But it's not a fan of how you sound But like a salmon I'm slamming Like St. Louis I'm ramming Tryna fit all I can, I'm cramming And I'm coming in hot Bigger than a meteorite Like a conductor never losing track of my train of thought