Heretics

I feel like
Fuck you
Pay me
You cannot save me
Look
I feel like
Look
Aye

I feel like fuck you pay me
You cannot save me
I've been schemin lately
Times is getting crazy
Times is gettin insane
Put it in the membrane
Cause I been tryna aim
At the people that ain't listening
Frugal thoughts to claim
That could turn you to a shit stain
Surprised you could obtain
All the bullshit you're consuming
I've been really tired of it
Nigga fuck what you claim
If you wanna die for it
Drop like you some loose change
Hit like bobby boucher
Imma call you butane
Red and blue lights
You could see them bolt like usain
Best protect ya neck
My gang be sliding like the wu tang
Best protect ya neck
My gang be sliding like the wu tang

Yeah
South Strip flawda niggas
Blade in my hand
Got a prollem with us
I'm a rebel till the end
And a fallen victim
We the gods you the sins
Cause you following us
Uh uhh
Society been blinding
Keeping poverty
Aye
Apocalypse is comin
Bitches ridin me
Okay
I'm feelin suicidal
I might take my life
Okay
40 Caliber or sedatives
Which one I'm gonna take
Dumb bitch
Fucked up
Dumb bitch
Fucked up
Dumb bitch
Fucked up
Dumb bitch
Fucked up



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Mccray, Jesse Mendes, Matthew Maradiaga
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