Paki - BLASPHEMY. Lyrics

They trynna strike at my spirit
It's like they wanna see me livid
Take my time and I kill it
I ain't shy I ain't timid
Animosity is buildin'
Where's the love I don't feel it
That broad look like acryllic
She take it up the ah-
My life way too complicated
On my soul f*ck everybody
On my life stay crossfaded
I don't hide from losses taken
Hit the block they caution tape it
Hustlin' pills was automated
I was starvin through the winter, now I ain't gotta take it
Everybody asking where I've been
I've been feelin like a God yeah thats blasphemy
Take it on the chin
Saw my first body I was fourteen
Caught my first body I was -
I cap in real life but I don't cap on beats
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Maybe I'm conceited, all these hoes wanna f*ck me
We are not the same breed you chasin hoes I'm
Duckin'
Muddy up my system then I muddy up these synths
She takin Ozempic lookin' like she fled Auschwitz
(Oh Lord)
I don't mind she sniffs a line of coke and gets grouchy
Babygirl just out to fill her pouches (Oh Lord)
Yeah
Babygirl just out to fill her pouches
YEAH
She got her ass out
Oh lord I'm boutta crash out
I don't like to talk much I do a lot
She knows that she's f*ckin' with a demigod
Hit up Martin we can see wat Rémy got
Pussy, power, profit you can name it I want it all
Pussy motherf*ckers want smoke like they really know how to ball
We were trynna find a better life now we the ones that they call
Imma f*ck her till she loves me dont matter if I love her or not
And when I die I know my heaven will be hot
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Maybe I'm conceited, all these hoes wanna f*ck me
We are not the same breed you chasin hoes I'm
Duckin'
Muddy up my system then I muddy up these synths
She takin Ozempic lookin' like she fled Auschwitz
(Oh Lord)
I don't mind she sniffs a line of coke and gets grouchy
Babygirl just out to fill her pouches (Oh Lord)
Yeah
Babygirl just out to fill her pouches
YEAH
(Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it-)
(Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it awkward love
Bitch you talk too much
You make it-)