MixerUp - No Fear (feat. L.M.E) Lyrics

Yeah, man, I ain't got no fear Everything pass when your eyes ain't clear
I was trying to start a career Just for it, not even to be near
All the times go fast All the times are changing
You can feel it in the breeze of the wind You can feel it on your mind whenever you stand out

Man, I ain't got no fear Everything pass when your eyes ain't clear
I was trying to start a career Just for it, not even to be near
All the times go fast All the times are changing
You can feel it in the breeze of the wind You can feel it on your mind whenever you stand out

Had to start doing this shit just to let out
Can't let no one know I have my doubts About every little thing people talk about
That's every little problem in the world right now
Hey, I ain't got no fear But I was scared as f*ck to see my mama's tears

Seeing that let me know the problems were severe
It made shit clear, let me know I needed to persevere
Future is bright, expectations are low This is how I roll, this is how I go
Treating problems like it's a saint's row

We putting on a show only for us though
Look up and watch the eagles flock All these rappers on that big talk
So many rappers I can mock Don't come and knock
Unless you want to get knocked

Some people leave me shocked All my exes are blocked
So many bars I've dropped So many stars I've caught
This is how I was taught Under the palm and moon I live
Life narrow, this beat is mellow Like the Simpsons' yellow

I will never fall off, yo yo
I ain't never smoked a cigarillo
Because I hope to live a healthy life that ain't so narrow
Yeah, I like to listen to these rappers singing Christmas carols

Hey, that's just how shit be
They do all this shit but they envy me
That's so much my plate back then, shit was empty
Yet, I ain't got no fear in me

Yeah, man, I ain't got no fear
Everything passed when your eyes ain't clear
I was trying to start a career
Just for it, not even to be near

All the times were fast
All the times are changing
You can feel it in the breeze, it's a wind
You can feel it on your mind whenever you stand out

You say you are but you really ain't
I'd rather cry with a saint
I'm running like I'm strange
These bullets are out of range

Only respect gains, plain
And all my goals are obtained
Feels like the chain, let's go all the way to Maine
Nothing is the same

Don't you get the frame
Do you feel my shame
No record label I'll claim
Time is passing like clockwork

Can't even do class work
Call Flex Cell for some past work
My past is coming back to haunt me