Fts

This that fuck the system and fuck the feds aye
I bet my moms wish I was dead
I see shadows hear voices in my head
This fifty gon blow back some dreads

Said I'm fed up I'm on the edge and I'm about to snap
Said I'm bout to break
If you don't want to die then I'd get back
Got me fucked up
If you run up best know that I'm strapped
Thinking if I take that boy away that I should wear the mask

Said I grew up praising demons and heathens
Worshipped a baphomey
Bathing in malevolence Loathing your stupid sacraments
Think that I'm a satanist but
Y'all don't know the half of it
Take you to the void and back
I'm back on my Abbadon shit

Stay back I dread
Im hearing vocies in my head
She knows I'm dead
Slowly The water turning red

Stay back I dread
Im hearing vocies in my head
She knows I'm dead
Slowly The water turning red

Got no feeling I been tweaking
Off these drugs yea I be geekin
If you got the dough and scheaming hit me up I just reap him

Keep that tuck tuck
Sawed of on me hit em with that buck buck
If it ain't bout money tell these pussy niggas shut up

This that fuck the system and fuck the feds aye
I bet my moms wish I was dead
I see shadows hear voices in my head
This fifty gon blow back some dreads



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Writer(s): Donald Betterbed
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