[Verse 1: Biv]
Had a bad night, the parasite of life will never let me see the light
Clip the blinds tight
Don't trust your talk or your sight, I could beat the pussy right
But it's distraction to my mind, but my stride will out live your life
Promise on promise, I think of making them dollars
Before the demons can holla back, keep you pack
I say fuck all that, I got fam to feed jack
Never speak to that, tell me where your demons at?
Fuckas got ya back when it's the last act
I get too attached, pop till I relax or pop one on her back
You fuckin with a bad, mad, maximum, dash for the better past
My nuts the only thing I'm holding back
Your face the fucking landing pad
I can tell you where I been at, but it seem that
Nobody really feign that, nobody really seem that
Not same as me believe that
I toss ya bitch to my mans like lead pass
The bitch burning on her knee caps
While you was steady flashin money stacks, she run it back
Honey badge up on that ass
Make the most before these demons nap my ass
Before these demons nap my ass, yuh, yuh
Shut your motherfucking face
I can't speak in public, but I know my place
And where I stay will stay the same
From the day the boy became space to fill the void of place
I been underweight, disgraced and underpaid
And ya'll really think I fuckin play
Keep it to myself I tuck away, hold the days
Like the guts twisting around my fuckin waist
But least I know my fucking name
But least I know my fuck- yeah
[Spoken Word: theo]
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[Verse 2: Biv]
Tell me what the fuck, tell me who the fuck
Gonna tell me what?
What it's like for us
Boy I been the dust
Kickin up in your guts
Boy you keep them cups
Believe I seen the cuts
When she pull on up
I'ma pull up with stuff
With my nuts in cuff
You can't feel me, trust
Tell me who the fuck, want to be like us
Ain't they wonder what has gotten into us
I just need some, nah fuck it I won't say it's name
Like you been in my brain
I ain't feel no pain for your moufuckin mistakes
I see all of them stains, yeah
I'm kind of sort of happy they the ones that I made
And you ain't never been the type
To hold down the shit that I just crave, but
Close your legs, cause I'ma keep my sons from your shade
From your fucked up shade