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It Ain't Fair, It Ain't Fair Video (MV)




Performed By: Piché
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Chris Piché




Piché - It Ain't Fair, It Ain't Fair Lyrics
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Inhale, I feel ill, real pale from the ale
Prevail? I may fail, still giving to the people
I ain't quitting, lifting weight, I've been minor when on the scale
I ain't empty, my cup might just need a refill
Now people asking for cash, hide the email
Assuming that my balance immaculate got me females
And actually, as a matter of fact, I work in retail
I gotta be lacking in what these rappers have in detail
See I get addictions, then I quit em, then I get 'em again
Like when you call an ex at 3 am
That shit'll always hit me when I'm up in bed
I like to blame on this life I chose to live
And the rapping game is oversaturated anyways
Everybody, and their mama tryna make it when they're dead
And I dunno, probably something that I shouldn't have said
Then again, so what, nobody knows me yet
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
People making profits, they just picking all our pockets
And we wanna sit and watch it, nah we boutta be the topic
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
We ain't chilling anymore, boutta get the ball and score
Why can't we be on the top, boutta show 'em who we are
I guess this life I made would probably make my mama mad
But it ain't never get me sad 'cause I gave it all I had
I know the shit I'm in is really pretty bad
Thinking back, I'd never give it up, some crazy in the past
Soon I'll come through whipping something real clean
Maybe fix the rent's place, maybe buy 'em nice things
I ain't quitting though I might be quitting on these dreams
But I owe the people getting me to where I am for free
And shit ain't always what it seems, know what I mean
I got some big boy pants, but they don't got no seams
And I didn't make the beat, got no time for these
Got no time to breathe, I ain't been outside in weeks
I feel clean, I'm not clean, my thoughts weak
I'm not really on things, I'm offbeat
I can't leave, I might be off my seat
But I ain't running, I'm just climbing up to higher peaks
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
People making profits, they just picking all our pockets
And we wanna sit and watch it, nah we boutta be the topic
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
We ain't chilling anymore, boutta get the ball and score
Why can't we be on the top, boutta show 'em who we are
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
People making profits, they just picking all our pockets
And we wanna sit and watch it, nah we boutta be the topic
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
We ain't chilling anymore, boutta get the ball and score
Why can't we be on the top, boutta show 'em who we are
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Inhale, I feel ill, real pale from the ale
Prevail? I may fail, still giving to the people
I ain't quitting, lifting weight, I've been minor when on the scale
I ain't empty, my cup might just need a refill
Now people asking for cash, hide the email
Assuming that my balance immaculate got me females
And actually, as a matter of fact, I work in retail
I gotta be lacking in what these rappers have in detail
See I get addictions, then I quit em, then I get 'em again
Like when you call an ex at 3 am
That shit'll always hit me when I'm up in bed
I like to blame on this life I chose to live
And the rapping game is oversaturated anyways
Everybody, and their mama tryna make it when they're dead
And I dunno, probably something that I shouldn't have said
Then again, so what, nobody knows me yet
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
People making profits, they just picking all our pockets
And we wanna sit and watch it, nah we boutta be the topic
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
We ain't chilling anymore, boutta get the ball and score
Why can't we be on the top, boutta show 'em who we are
I guess this life I made would probably make my mama mad
But it ain't never get me sad 'cause I gave it all I had
I know the shit I'm in is really pretty bad
Thinking back, I'd never give it up, some crazy in the past
Soon I'll come through whipping something real clean
Maybe fix the rent's place, maybe buy 'em nice things
I ain't quitting though I might be quitting on these dreams
But I owe the people getting me to where I am for free
And shit ain't always what it seems, know what I mean
I got some big boy pants, but they don't got no seams
And I didn't make the beat, got no time for these
Got no time to breathe, I ain't been outside in weeks
I feel clean, I'm not clean, my thoughts weak
I'm not really on things, I'm offbeat
I can't leave, I might be off my seat
But I ain't running, I'm just climbing up to higher peaks
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
People making profits, they just picking all our pockets
And we wanna sit and watch it, nah we boutta be the topic
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
We ain't chilling anymore, boutta get the ball and score
Why can't we be on the top, boutta show 'em who we are
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
People making profits, they just picking all our pockets
And we wanna sit and watch it, nah we boutta be the topic
It ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, it ain't fair, got me like
What about us, yeah
We ain't chilling anymore, boutta get the ball and score
Why can't we be on the top, boutta show 'em who we are
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Writer: Chris Piché
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