rust in my teeth
Got no time for no beats
Got no time for spitting heat
School every motherfuckin' week
Got a job so I can buy weed
Got rust in my teeth, got blood on my sleeves
From the way that life has treated me
Nothing been easy
Can't find your reciepts for the shit you say you be with
Fake ass town I wanna leave
Faker than the chain you flexin'
Snakes laying everywhere I see
Gotta watch where I'm stepping
Zip of dope fuckin wreck it
Just to cope with a world of messes
My phone never fucking checking
Cuz every time I wanna bash my head in
on my line waiting for a damn bite
But no one gives a fuck about the scum of the earth
Death on my mind, not like Kurt but like Paul
The rottest luck could put you in the dirt
Driving I-65, then someone swerve
The last thing you feel is the flames and they hurt
Every day dangers are always the worst
The fucking grim reaper always on alert
Little ass white town where I'm fucking posted
So I'm not shooting, not Christopher Nolan
Some of these rappers they need some exposing
Cuz they all characters, fictional poems
No G Herbo but these blunts fucking Rollin'
Trying to get cash, buy a pad by the ocean
In a New England town where the country is open
Smoking while the waves is crashing all over the rocks
Got no time for spitting heat
School every motherfuckin' week
Got a job so I can buy weed
Got rust in my teeth, got blood on my sleeves
From the way that life has treated me
Nothing been easy
Can't find your reciepts for the shit you say you be with
Fake ass town I wanna leave
Faker than the chain you flexin'
Snakes laying everywhere I see
Gotta watch where I'm stepping
Zip of dope fuckin wreck it
Just to cope with a world of messes
My phone never fucking checking
Cuz every time I wanna bash my head in
on my line waiting for a damn bite
But no one gives a fuck about the scum of the earth
Death on my mind, not like Kurt but like Paul
The rottest luck could put you in the dirt
Driving I-65, then someone swerve
The last thing you feel is the flames and they hurt
Every day dangers are always the worst
The fucking grim reaper always on alert
Little ass white town where I'm fucking posted
So I'm not shooting, not Christopher Nolan
Some of these rappers they need some exposing
Cuz they all characters, fictional poems
No G Herbo but these blunts fucking Rollin'
Trying to get cash, buy a pad by the ocean
In a New England town where the country is open
Smoking while the waves is crashing all over the rocks
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Brouwer
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