ballad with a blade Lyrics

Bitch look

Think i'm getting in my head again

And yet again i'm talking shit just for the hell of it

The devil want the soul to tell the truth bitch I ain't selling it

Irrelevant these suckas talking dumb like they was ten again

And why the fuck they rapping like I think you should forget it though

Talking shit gone leave they head up on the pedestal

There's levels to this shit and I can tell you isn't ready

Call the cell up if you need it gone be chilling in the telly bitch

And ain't no competition

Really too ain't finna let up

Getting set up thought you really had some bitches now you fed up

What it do bitch even my cousin a lame

two hundred dollars over nothing but I stuck with the pain

And they left me down and defeated without a sign of remorse

Left me down for no reason know that they hating of course and I need a break bitch

I'm getting tired you ain't killing shit

I'm real as fuck and when you hear this

you gone feel this shit

And I don't give a fuck know they be watching me I get it

Why the fuck they wanna be me hoe you might as well forget it

Bitch I said it you a bitch you do this shit for the aesthetic

In they head up like dream somebody better call the medic bitch

A double to the face i'm hella faded than I ever was

Don't get twisted caught your homie better get him up

And yet again they call him up so we can set him up

Gone wet him up for talking shit yo we done had enough

I'm talking me and all the demons that I spoke too

I'd rather die if I don't make it where i'm 'posed too

And I could give a fuck they want the smoke I want the smoke too

Homie do them wrong up with the string he finna choke you

And shit I can admit that i'm a king nobody else and look because

This not sport but if it was i'd have a belt

around the waistline

Don't waste time tryna come around

I think it's funny play your shit so they can turn it down