Show up then desert
I'll put your body in the dirt
No one's gotta know
That you left the f*cking earth
Poppin half a perc
Hate a job say f*ck a work
Steady making paper
But depression's gotten worse
F*ck your whole crew
F*ck all you knew
For the last time we don't f*ck with you
Saying those things you once said you would do
But where they at bitch you ain't making a move
Say you coming up but you really ain't
Nobody listens to a f*cking no name
Your goal in this shit is to sound just the same
As the people who started and paved all the way
Feed off the sound they made and you stole
Staying a while but ain't paid the toll
Coming straight down for these rappers I burn em
And ash em like all of the backwoods I roll
Look at the time you went and you spent
Never gave back all the shit you were lent
Bitch you had thought and you wished and you dreamt
Your days making shit have all come to an end
Hate a man despite
The fact you know I'm speaking right
Best thing on the site
No bitch we're nothing f*cking alike
And if you disagree
Consider yourself a f*cking hater
You won't amount to shit
No you're no life changer
Show up then desert
I'll put your body in the dirt
No one's gotta know
That you left the f*cking earth
Poppin half a perc
Hate a job say f*ck a work
Steady making paper
But depression's gotten worse
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Show up then desert
I'll put your body in the dirt
No one's gotta know
That you left the f*cking earth
Poppin half a perc
Hate a job say f*ck a work
Steady making paper
But depression's gotten worse
F*ck your whole crew
F*ck all you knew
For the last time we don't f*ck with you
Saying those things you once said you would do
But where they at bitch you ain't making a move
Say you coming up but you really ain't
Nobody listens to a f*cking no name
Your goal in this shit is to sound just the same
As the people who started and paved all the way
Feed off the sound they made and you stole
Staying a while but ain't paid the toll
Coming straight down for these rappers I burn em
And ash em like all of the backwoods I roll
Look at the time you went and you spent
Never gave back all the shit you were lent
Bitch you had thought and you wished and you dreamt
Your days making shit have all come to an end
Hate a man despite
The fact you know I'm speaking right
Best thing on the site
No bitch we're nothing f*cking alike
And if you disagree
Consider yourself a f*cking hater
You won't amount to shit
No you're no life changer
Show up then desert
I'll put your body in the dirt
No one's gotta know
That you left the f*cking earth
Poppin half a perc
Hate a job say f*ck a work
Steady making paper
But depression's gotten worse
I'll put your body in the dirt
No one's gotta know
That you left the f*cking earth
Poppin half a perc
Hate a job say f*ck a work
Steady making paper
But depression's gotten worse
F*ck your whole crew
F*ck all you knew
For the last time we don't f*ck with you
Saying those things you once said you would do
But where they at bitch you ain't making a move
Say you coming up but you really ain't
Nobody listens to a f*cking no name
Your goal in this shit is to sound just the same
As the people who started and paved all the way
Feed off the sound they made and you stole
Staying a while but ain't paid the toll
Coming straight down for these rappers I burn em
And ash em like all of the backwoods I roll
Look at the time you went and you spent
Never gave back all the shit you were lent
Bitch you had thought and you wished and you dreamt
Your days making shit have all come to an end
Hate a man despite
The fact you know I'm speaking right
Best thing on the site
No bitch we're nothing f*cking alike
And if you disagree
Consider yourself a f*cking hater
You won't amount to shit
No you're no life changer
Show up then desert
I'll put your body in the dirt
No one's gotta know
That you left the f*cking earth
Poppin half a perc
Hate a job say f*ck a work
Steady making paper
But depression's gotten worse
Writer: YCK, Bryan Lewis
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