Worth (Interlude)
Can not hurt me
Can not hurt me
Can not hurt me
Can not hurt me numbs all I feel
Continue to say that I'm real
But I'm nearly over death
Yeah put her in the dirt, worth can't afford my worth
Yeah stains inside ya shirt, hurt me, you can not hurt my worth
Yeah put her in the dirt, worth can't afford my worth
Help me find a way
Away from my pain cause my worth's not o-fucking-k
Acting like you've never seen a bitch come through like you and I mean this shit
What I see in the mirror cant fold my cards
I don't see straight through like your flaccid bars
I don't take that, fake crap, money only make track
Profit man I hate rap, bands are gonna snap back
You got it backwoods so I roll you up tight
You got four or five hidden in ya whip, taking heist
So I had to fucking (yuh) put em' in the dirt
All you pussy bitches acting hurt (yuh)
100k you can't afford my worth (yuh)
'Norman bates' blood stain ya broken shirt
So I had to fucking put em' in the dirt
All you pussy bitches acting hurt (yuh)
100k you can't afford my worth (yuh)
Norman bates blood stains ya broken shirt
Put her in the dirt
Pussy bitches acting hurt
When you can't afford my worth
Blood that stains inside ya shirt, bitch
Took my life, The anti-christ
I paid the price, I made it right so don't come runnin'
DoubleR the seminar I'm 18 youngin'
With a pocket full of hate and you're still dead in the dirt (bitch)
Already over not getting older
Already over, death creepin' closer
Already over not getting older
Already over, death creepin' closer
Can not hurt me
Can not hurt me
Can not hurt me numbs all I feel
Continue to say that I'm real
But I'm nearly over death
Yeah put her in the dirt, worth can't afford my worth
Yeah stains inside ya shirt, hurt me, you can not hurt my worth
Yeah put her in the dirt, worth can't afford my worth
Help me find a way
Away from my pain cause my worth's not o-fucking-k
Acting like you've never seen a bitch come through like you and I mean this shit
What I see in the mirror cant fold my cards
I don't see straight through like your flaccid bars
I don't take that, fake crap, money only make track
Profit man I hate rap, bands are gonna snap back
You got it backwoods so I roll you up tight
You got four or five hidden in ya whip, taking heist
So I had to fucking (yuh) put em' in the dirt
All you pussy bitches acting hurt (yuh)
100k you can't afford my worth (yuh)
'Norman bates' blood stain ya broken shirt
So I had to fucking put em' in the dirt
All you pussy bitches acting hurt (yuh)
100k you can't afford my worth (yuh)
Norman bates blood stains ya broken shirt
Put her in the dirt
Pussy bitches acting hurt
When you can't afford my worth
Blood that stains inside ya shirt, bitch
Took my life, The anti-christ
I paid the price, I made it right so don't come runnin'
DoubleR the seminar I'm 18 youngin'
With a pocket full of hate and you're still dead in the dirt (bitch)
Already over not getting older
Already over, death creepin' closer
Already over not getting older
Already over, death creepin' closer
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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