Steady tryna make stead so ready when it comes to fake friends
So ready when it comes to baked ends
A scary Mary Jenkins I'm tryna flank him
It's aching like the burning ashes when were baking
Called a Derty Head living hoping Grateful Dead
Stashing under sturdy beds shame we seeing 30 feds
Fryst-A raided dirty sheds Jae don't wear dirty threads
Fusca wrecks early bread quick to make worthy stead
Now I'm tryna get a dirty flow
A dirty bow pull it back and it will sturdy go
Just like the illest with the dirty homes
Feel like the realest with the foreign tones
Just like the kings when they're down on thrones
What I learnt when I talked was just dripping down
Now I taunt what I chalked when I'm skipping town
I roam around thinking who surrounds no soul only frowns
And I'm found looking drowned out by the sound
Brought up in a good home with good domes
Big bones and the fresh flows is all known
Sprinkle powder on the rim cones then move slow
Type of shit to give you grim nose the grim tones
They say diligently but these cucks be slipping fees
With their knees in the streets tryna settle where they beef
And the heat you tryna spark won't settle after dark
Point blank through your heart not the end only start
Now I'm down in the slums feel like drowning in mud
Feel like clowning these cunts feel like downing these buds
Feel like pounding and punching howling and crunching
Rethink the way that my mind has been functioned
Looking like bums rummaging in Upwey slums
Soggy looking dumb drenched like filthy scums
My hands feel numb what would you say to some
Can't see the sun and for the nug pay for none