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Alex Matos

Alexandre Raposo de Matos (born 31 May 1995) is a Portuguese-Macanese international footballer. more »

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Are you down for me, down for me Are you down for me, baby, baby
Yeah, it ain't easy to describe how I'm feeling So I smoke a little weed and fantasize about winning
Put on some Joey B, might go to Malz on a Monday Then hit the studio through Saturday, Sunday
I've been feeling like I'm losing my grip on all reality Life is costing more than what's inside of me

But I'm a spiritual thug and she a damsel in distress Calling me by my name, she only wants me for the sex
She throw my symbol on the fire, watch it light up the sky But I've been busy writing rhymes and so I let it die
She ain't even know the half of all these petty crimes Heart on lock, she tryna reach it but it's hard to find
God gave me the gift and mama gave me the vision I'm picking up the pen and splitting the vision

I'm sick of seeing niggas tripping over niggas and bitches Go and get you some riches
Step into the booth and watch me flame a couple of energy emissions
What's the difference between me and you? You niggas hating on the shit that you can never do
I slow it down just so you niggas can hear the truth Treat these verses like a letter, it's from me to you

Dollar and a dream and a passion that goes through the roof Tryna make my money stack as tall as niggas ever knew
And I don't really like to ask but
Are you done for me? Are you done for me
Spitting verses like a fever religion I got demons tryna bring me out this life I've been living

Trapped inside a cell and my mind is a prison Deep in thought, four walls and a house of descriptions
I'm a self-proclaimed perfectionist Every time I spit a verse I make this shit look effortless
Civil war would see myself in God I'm just tryna find a balance between good and evil
Homicidal thoughts mixed in with the heart of a hero Disconnected from the essence of being alive

Everybody finna die so why the f*ck we wasting time
Ex-bitches on my line, current bitches on my mind I'm just tryna make it for every thot into every line
It's kinda hard to fight distractions in these wild times Once my heart begin to break I start to write it rhymes
You've always said that it was strangeness that was in my eyes I'm tryna live up to the standards of your mighty pride

These demons that I'm battling are deep within Walking from my slumber to the sounds of niggas creeping in
Been in this studio for like a week It's my asylum, just me and my thoughts
Put on instrumentals to get back all the feelings I lost Tryna find all my disparities
I'm losing and it's clear to me I'm searching for some clarity

Look inside myself and I can hear somebody barely I look at all the places I could take it and it's scaring me
Are you coming for me
Are you, are you, are you coming for me
Baby, baby, baby

Baby, baby, baby

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