Scate - Bad News First Lyrics

This is not a f*ckin' gimmick this is really hunger I've been on a mission
This is not for all you critics this is from my spirit if there's one existent
I've been feeling like I'm drownin' groundin' down these ounces just to keep my sanity
If they sleeping on me f*ck 'em cut 'em off and duck 'em ain't no second chance with me
Bitch I got plans to be great, I can't be standing in place try'na hand you a tape
I'ma keep it movin' I don't need recruitment I just like to smoke and make some decent music
('Cause my team the truest)... But y'all were better off paying me to do it
Y'all were better off drankin' bleach but really y'all were better of staying semen fluid
I don't see improvements only realization that my dreams influence
Like I tapped my brain and hooked a speaker to it, phone language hang up if you speakin' stupid hoe
Leave your name and number after the tone, feel the pain and suffer shatter your bones
Feel the rain and thunder rattle your home, f*ck a middleman I'm after the throne
Like it's DOM in COD I'm capturing zones, like a rocket launcher strapped on a drone
Mummy wrappin' all you dummy rappers 'til you thumbin' backwards every app on your phone
No vocabulary ever matched what's buried in my cap 'til my casket's carried
Used to match on a sack at the Kash 'n Karry in the back lil straps for the adversaries
Now it's double H on the chest, I ain't ever stress what it takes to be best
Cause I pave my own lane as I take every step she said boy you ain't right everythang to the left
So I left, now I'm a stranger 'til death... Still I pay my respects
To these Queens out here breakin' they neck paying debts
While these hoes out here think that they playing me next
Hoe I'll pay you in layers at best... Trident is what I meant eyes bent
Ride stench of that pine scent might rent, a whole f*ckin' island for my high friends
I spent too much time by a wire fence, while you on the side bench with a wide lens
So f*ck y'all pardon my french, please excuse me I won't feed a groupie go snack on the cap of a tide pen
And if this is the death of me... Let the booth be my tomb then
All I know is the recipe... Don't include making new friends
I cannot move with these new trends, I cannot vibe with these basic bitches
And these racist piglets say they make a difference, they just really try'na change their neighbor's pigments
Shady business then erase the image, blame the critics 'cause we hate the vision
'Cause we hate division, try'na babysit you in a cageless prison through a vague existence
Every track I feel like KC missin' man I miss my dawg wish I could pay him visits
Writing songs for the dead homies... I'm just try'na find the strength to finish