Weapons Hidden Under the Cavern ft. Kels Dead Lyrics

Everything ain't a fucking joke, count your days and just hope

Beat yo ass to a bloody pulp, Smoking rockstar burning dope

What you holding up for tho, fuck you pay me count it hoe

I Can't believe I was dead, you on the case you the feds

Get some money count it up, fuck you bitch you brought it up

Be me, I ain't faking bruh, show love I ain't folding up

Get to work no holding up, ain't no way I'm selling out

You just tryna make it out, you look goofy chasing clout

Looking bad you feeling doubt, locked in I ain't made it out

Need the cheese where's the bread, eating good I'm getting fed

Pay the price don't let it grow, living life you getting cold

Eating you shit you getting old, step up to me you getting bold

It don't mean a damn thing G, just be you and let it be

Do me I'm just smoking tree, sue me bitch boi won't you please

Cave Horror up for order, Kels Dead play bout no murder

Rottenlungz the living dead, speak bout him I will leave you dead

Cruising in my civic I ain't got a 6 4

14 karat diamond pendants on my neck they glow

Dirty like Jack Tatum but the flow so clean like soap

Feeling like slim shady when he got signed to interscope

If it's that raw

Scale it

Break it

Mail it

Get yo money bro

Whatever way you gotta do it

This that hustle money flow

I don't partake no more but don't get confused I'm still on go

Give a fuck for what you get it for, I get it for the low

Lemme tell you bout a lil story

Rising from the crematory

Doing this shit sense prehistory

Have no guts, you have no glory

Rather die standing on my feet then living on my knees

Taking in my last breathe like a fucking autumn breeze

This is the warriors path you cannot walk with me

Scourge Lord, Lich, North Beach Reaper they be proud of me

Make ya fuckin skin crawl, Los he be out of it

Out of breath, out of breath, rottenlungz stay out of breath