Soil

Show up then desert
I'll put your body in the dirt
No one's gotta know
That you left the fucking earth

Poppin half a perc
Hate a job say fuck a work
Steady making paper
But depression's gotten worse

Fuck your whole crew
Fuck all you knew
For the last time we don't fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking alike

And if you disagree
Consider yourself a fucking 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 fucking earth

Poppin half a perc
Hate a job say fuck a work
Steady making paper
But depression's gotten worse