DEAD Lyrics

Yo, yo

Yuh

I think I would kill myself if I, wait

That's dash, that's not the song, hold on

Uh, right

Double R, double R aye, aye

Bitch I don't want it eternally

Need a peace of mind, cause you took mine

Say you can freestyle, can't walk the line

Clock is ticking money, don't waste my time

Yeah the talk was cheap, still owe me commas

In a bank account, negative dollars

Yeah you fucking poor, you ain't got no job

Yet you still flexing like a young baller

But you wear gucci and stack up your money,

The swager you talk it don't match how you walk

Persona, corona, you drink that all up

Put a dog in a kennel, you call it a mutt

Money to ear, but the time is worth more

Posting pics upon pics with the diamonds you wore

If you kept silent not boasting it all, I would not have a problem

But now I mean war, yuh

All of the shit about stealing beats

I make a couple songs in a couple weeks

But you deny the fact that that beat made you

The lyrics, same old crap, just repeat the tune

The lyrics, same old crap, just repeat the tune

No hunger anymore, lines caged at the zoo

Keep it a hundred and four, for the fucking innovators

Never stooped that low and fuck this easy flow

I'm invisible, you might just join a cult, ring up a telephone

And ask for your soul back, cause you gave it up to Annabelle

Sold your soul to the devil, and now you want it back

Well I'm sorry the baphomet was drawn around the goat a year ago

All your fans don't know who to be

Seeing through your facade when you deal your cards

All of my fans just know me for me

Cause ill message a brother when they be going through some shit

You say that you're a real boy

Did it without the deal boy

Money from a label telling you dog to heel boy

All these fake bitches be hitting DM's

I hit em' back like bitch I don't wanna be friends

I see one pic on your newsfeed, you follow the trends

Not going with any girl who constantly post's about the ends

I bet that you would tell a fib, you're definitely tentative

I motherfucking sit and win while you be late you shake and quive

"Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks"

Don't trust no slut you can suck my dick

YDoubleR and I'm just trying to hit

Skrr skrr on the fakes that be your mates

They drowning in the flow, keep up with the current

Riding on my wave nose dive to the hundred

In my back pocket cause they ain't like the rest

No I don't flex, where exactly fucking are you

Shut your mouth, lock it cause you're in the hortus nest

Swimming in the juice and you lost in the sauce

Bitches say salute, I say comment fuck you too

Fuck your greetings, you are loose so pardon my manners

I be trapping all my raps, you stuck a burger fuel just flipping

Boasting that you got that nine you trigger finger itching

But the only fucker you be killing is the one that's bitching, and that be yourself

Cheap talk, materialistic, fucking hypocrite

Slit wrist, plastic knife, fucking soaring that shit

No pill, no knife, no noose can kill the boy

I still gon' try, the noise will fill the void

Gonna keep rapping till I drop dead, on my last life so I'm sipping red

Not tripping much cause I like rum, maybe ten years yeah I'll join the club

I'll join the club, uh