4 BASE

[Verse]
All you demons, all you rats
Fuck your feelings, I been dying, my heart black
Fuck you demons, fuck you rats
Ain't a single fucking rapper that I back
All my brothers do it better
I don't take the label that you gave us, fucking never
I heard all your music, motherfucker, it's whatever
Please don't fucking talk, I'm still working on my temper
Please don't fucking talk, I'm still working on my
We get at your neck
I don't call it passion, you working for a check (Check)
Bitch, you ain't a threat
Yes, I take my money, at least I got respect, yeah
Y'all wanna know the problem?
Money come in better when I'm fucking up my brain
I got all my closest dead inside and I'm insane
I could talk for hours, why the fuck should I explain?
(Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lil' fuckboy wanna talk, I don't wanna talk
Bitch, I wanna-
Closed casket for you, bitch, I'm not asking
I'ma switch my fucking attitude to fucking deal with you
Not fucking feeling you
Drop him, bitch, it's overdue, huh

[Outro]
[?] (Yeah)
We don't fuck with you (Yeah, yeah)