Why do you keep doubting me?
Why you gotta get loud with me?
I never lied bout who inspired me
I studied them tirelessly
Gave my brain a new wiring
Used Lime Wire for pirating songs
I probably couldn't count all the viruses on
My mother's computer
Me as a middle schooler
I'm getting crueler
And feeling lonely
Cause everybody liked me til they got to know me
It took too much time for me to realize that every guy that gives you five is not your homie
Battle rapping & spazzing at people at lunch
Was feeling like me on a hunt
I don't think I focused on eating as much
No need-when you feeding off seeing em crushed
Defeated, beaten & slumped, down in the dumps
They bought into a dream
Cause they thought it'd be fun but ended up wanting refunds
I'm embracing my karma whenever it comes
Rapping came natural; I wanted to sing
Envisioned getting attention from bitches 100 degrees
I think you get the visual
Man, up until that point I was invisible
Which is pretty typical for all my atypicals
Looking back, I think I had a million hidden goals
Thinking if I ever hit a note
She might let me hit & stroke
Remember feeling ashamed for
Tryna sang with all them strained notes
So I laid low
And I trained more
And my range rose
Cause a nigga had the type of drive
It would take to get behind a Range Rover
Until the success of my peers
I was suppressing my fears
Felt I was left in the rear
It appeared there were places that I can't go
Really had me out here feeling like my lane closed
Unlike you, I didn't have the aptitude
To go down those avenues
Shit was painful
Should I regret not listening to things that you said about me using Drake's flows?
Aye man, even though I'm thankful, I don't thank so
Cause every nigga that's dead to me does not deserve a halo
Why do you keep doubting me?
Why you gotta get loud with me?
Why aren't you ever proud of me?
This isn't just some clout to me
Man, I treat this shit like I got mouths to feed
Dark-side like that nigga Palpatine
I'm 10 toes down & I'm flat footed
I've done shit you wouldn't believe but we got mad footage
Niggas stay saying no cap but they cap crooked
If nothing else these bitches tell me, "you ain't bad looking"
Couple bitches from back home
Telling me that they want more
But I put them hoes on hold
Cause I treat em based on how much work they had put in
Elijah Herrera - The Halo Effect Lyrics
Elijah Herrera - The Halo Effect Lyrics
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Why do you keep doubting me?
Why you gotta get loud with me?
I never lied bout who inspired me
I studied them tirelessly
Gave my brain a new wiring
Used Lime Wire for pirating songs
I probably couldn't count all the viruses on
My mother's computer
Me as a middle schooler
I'm getting crueler
And feeling lonely
Cause everybody liked me til they got to know me
It took too much time for me to realize that every guy that gives you five is not your homie
Battle rapping & spazzing at people at lunch
Was feeling like me on a hunt
I don't think I focused on eating as much
No need-when you feeding off seeing em crushed
Defeated, beaten & slumped, down in the dumps
They bought into a dream
Cause they thought it'd be fun but ended up wanting refunds
I'm embracing my karma whenever it comes
Rapping came natural; I wanted to sing
Envisioned getting attention from bitches 100 degrees
I think you get the visual
Man, up until that point I was invisible
Which is pretty typical for all my atypicals
Looking back, I think I had a million hidden goals
Thinking if I ever hit a note
She might let me hit & stroke
Remember feeling ashamed for
Tryna sang with all them strained notes
So I laid low
And I trained more
And my range rose
Cause a nigga had the type of drive
It would take to get behind a Range Rover
Until the success of my peers
I was suppressing my fears
Felt I was left in the rear
It appeared there were places that I can't go
Really had me out here feeling like my lane closed
Unlike you, I didn't have the aptitude
To go down those avenues
Shit was painful
Should I regret not listening to things that you said about me using Drake's flows?
Aye man, even though I'm thankful, I don't thank so
Cause every nigga that's dead to me does not deserve a halo
Why do you keep doubting me?
Why you gotta get loud with me?
Why aren't you ever proud of me?
This isn't just some clout to me
Man, I treat this shit like I got mouths to feed
Dark-side like that nigga Palpatine
I'm 10 toes down & I'm flat footed
I've done shit you wouldn't believe but we got mad footage
Niggas stay saying no cap but they cap crooked
If nothing else these bitches tell me, "you ain't bad looking"
Couple bitches from back home
Telling me that they want more
But I put them hoes on hold
Cause I treat em based on how much work they had put in
Why you gotta get loud with me?
I never lied bout who inspired me
I studied them tirelessly
Gave my brain a new wiring
Used Lime Wire for pirating songs
I probably couldn't count all the viruses on
My mother's computer
Me as a middle schooler
I'm getting crueler
And feeling lonely
Cause everybody liked me til they got to know me
It took too much time for me to realize that every guy that gives you five is not your homie
Battle rapping & spazzing at people at lunch
Was feeling like me on a hunt
I don't think I focused on eating as much
No need-when you feeding off seeing em crushed
Defeated, beaten & slumped, down in the dumps
They bought into a dream
Cause they thought it'd be fun but ended up wanting refunds
I'm embracing my karma whenever it comes
Rapping came natural; I wanted to sing
Envisioned getting attention from bitches 100 degrees
I think you get the visual
Man, up until that point I was invisible
Which is pretty typical for all my atypicals
Looking back, I think I had a million hidden goals
Thinking if I ever hit a note
She might let me hit & stroke
Remember feeling ashamed for
Tryna sang with all them strained notes
So I laid low
And I trained more
And my range rose
Cause a nigga had the type of drive
It would take to get behind a Range Rover
Until the success of my peers
I was suppressing my fears
Felt I was left in the rear
It appeared there were places that I can't go
Really had me out here feeling like my lane closed
Unlike you, I didn't have the aptitude
To go down those avenues
Shit was painful
Should I regret not listening to things that you said about me using Drake's flows?
Aye man, even though I'm thankful, I don't thank so
Cause every nigga that's dead to me does not deserve a halo
Why do you keep doubting me?
Why you gotta get loud with me?
Why aren't you ever proud of me?
This isn't just some clout to me
Man, I treat this shit like I got mouths to feed
Dark-side like that nigga Palpatine
I'm 10 toes down & I'm flat footed
I've done shit you wouldn't believe but we got mad footage
Niggas stay saying no cap but they cap crooked
If nothing else these bitches tell me, "you ain't bad looking"
Couple bitches from back home
Telling me that they want more
But I put them hoes on hold
Cause I treat em based on how much work they had put in
Writer: Elijah Herrera
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