Dirty Grounds ft. Facco Lyrics

I've been trapped in these lines, kept on gettin' so high

Can't describe the pain I feel, it's like a knife stuck in my mind

I've been tryin'... to separate demons inside

What' the verdict when you put it all but keep failing and struggling?

Haunting thoughts keep stressin' me, don't bother me, your pain is bullshit

Twenty twenty one you ain't got a scar on your face, lil shit

You claim to be the best but yet you gotta face the best out there

Proclaim that you're the king and still ain't got the crown, get outta bed

They told me face reality, reality'll be nice with you

It punched my face so many times, I wrote my diary using blood

Drunk at night, livin' fast, light a hundred cigarettes

Why does everything have to be just so fucking bad? I can't stand

Between these cowards with no respect, I expect

One day I will the best to ever make rap

Your man's crap, accept that, get off the stage with no hands

Your friends won't scare me bitch, I'll turn my wrists into two MAC-10

There's no game, no playin', nothing you can gain

If you fuck with us you're breakin' up the rules, I won't explain

Hell is hot, the way I feel can be compared to a state of slavery

Dirty grounds don't give a shit, they'll find you dead bleedin' in bakery

It's the diary of a lonely man, never-ending road to Zion

I'mma go for the best, I say fuck to the rest

With this shit I'm obsessed, we not done yet

Not done yet

Watchin' stars through the holes minor twenty feet

Watchin' disasters in real world, cruisin' in the deep

Catastrophes, casta supremacy's

Fame is fifteen min you wanna be in a screen

Tryna keep it real while walkin' to the darkness

Cutted heart, I don't know if you givin' more or less

Put in loops eat and squandering

Callin' shit, you drown in well being

We don't do trap, we do old

We no talk crap, we bring gold

When you feel lonely keep it slowly, my homie's rollin'

Light it up and then crush it rec, lose ya head, feel no press

There's no game, no playin', nothing you can gain

If you fuck with us you're breakin' up the rules, I won't explain

Hell is hot, the way I feel can be compared to a state of slavery

Dirty grounds don't give a shit, they'll find you dead bleedin' in bakery

So watch out bro, you fucked with the wrong ones

Dirty grounds forgive nothing, get the fuck out

This is just the beginning, the beginning of the end

So get the fuck out y'all