Forbidden ft. Lord Distortion, Saint Sleep & nAvvvi Lyrics

Cup is looking muddy when I pull up it ain't sunny

Mothafucker getting cut and then he put inside a cubby

Got that product by his face you wonder what his nose is runny

I ain't do it for the fame bitch I just do it for the money

Dot up on his head I make him flip again

I put a couple bands up on his head and then I get it in

Serving up a fiend I tell him come again

He rot away in silence but that just is where the money is

Travel down the dirt path

Wireframe mode see the lies like it's autocad

Mercenaries been around the globe yea we never slack

All my operatives they coming off the rack

Travel down forbidden roads

I think that I'm invincible

I fit inside an empty mold of empty souls

My life a walking anecdote

I'm sparking blunts they laced with hydrochloric acid

Pants are sagging while I balance on a burning tightrope

Playing rock, paper scissors with myself

And I know I never came from the wealth

But I'm finna make it bigger without ya help

Without the belt

The faces melt

It's not a drill

I swear the war was never even ever won

But these artists keep taking all the fun

Then keep it for themselves and they keep just to shun

Dabble everything its anything if you thinking anyone is finna bring

Coast to coast

Snakes only grow if the grass afloat