Soft Times Lyrics

They said I knocked 'em off the roof with a bat or brick

You're wrong sir, it clearly was an axe -ident

Stole collection plate once now I'm back to repent

Said the Lord's Prayer then slipped out with the cash... again

Whoops... God damn I'm on a warpath

Grandiose. The format land em the floor flat

Brandishing a sword hacking animals for horns

This is where the devil lives

And you standing on my door mat

Careful what you share about the man of whom you yap about

Cut the sharing out like I'm Manson at an actress house

Dope shit

Push it off the scale and pull the baggies out

Happy hour, free from free so blow a half an ounce

Spit to get you lifted like you floating on a gabba cloud

Was living in a trap house now I booby trap my house

Ain't a method actor but I'm acting out

I'm off script, skipped rehearsal, and I'm back in the halfway house

Who the fuck is this

Shots fired! I'm fine with who the fuck gets hit

Cancel culture make us walk wires

Fuck, don't slip

Soft times that we living in

Suck my dick

Fuck this

Time to get this brush fire lit

Talk shit til my microphone plug wires pinch

Soft times that we living in

Suck my dick