My Hurt

[Chorus]
Woah, I can't tell right from wrong
Stepped out with an Anglo Arms, I keep it tucked in my Ralph Laurens
Members team no lacking, I'll erase him like a drawing
Naw you don't want no problems, if it's smoke, then you know Ash Tray want it
Woah, yeah, yeah, we going hard as fuck
Yeah we're black balled, but the city won't ever stop watching us
Snakes in the grass, juju cutting shit, you know in God we trust
Opiates and benzos they're the things that take away my hurt

[Verse 1]
I feel like I'm in Hell, too much smoke this shit feel like 2000 degrees
I can't even sleep without diazepam, it give mе peace
Naw I can't fuck that bitch, can't trust that bitch I told her ass to lеave
Them inches on this ZK, I swear that bitch could chop a tree
4 oz, I done spilled it on my shirt
Eah when my Granda done died, that shit done hit me where it hurt
All I know is rambo knives, covid masks and latex gloves
Your favourite artists in my dms, I be asking them their budget
3 stripes on my trackies, but I got more than that
Moncler on my jacket, pull out your phone and go and scan the badge
Too much fu shit up in the air, I pop a pill sit back and laugh
We went from boys to men, real fast, that's why I can't lack

[Chorus]
Woah, I can't tell right from wrong
Stepped out with an Anglo Arms, I keep it tucked in my Ralph Laurens
Members team no lacking, I'll erase him like a drawing
Naw you don't want no problems, if it's smoke, then you know Ash Tray want it
Woah, yeah, yeah, we going hard as fuck
Yeah we're black balled, but the city won't ever stop watching us
Snakes in the grass, juju cutting shit, you know in God we trust
Opiates and benzos they're the things that take away my hurt

[Verse 2]
They take away my hurt, wanna do you worst
Imma call up Sam, that boy be in the morgue like it's his work
Put you in the dirt, yeah we're gonna put you on a shirt
Talking crazy up on IG, till your dumbass in a hearse
If I find out my boy snitch, he won't get telt, I'll do it myself
It was me and Junior in the trenches, we ain't needed help
I was in my head on Jacks couch, yeah I won't do that again
Zak just rolled a 3.5 in a wood and faced it by himself
Woah, naw, they don't know how I feel
Just cause he got clout on Instagram, that shit don't make him real
In the cut, X him out, on my blade it's stainless steel
Morakniv, Anglo Arms, you know we still in the field

[Chorus]
Woah, I can't tell right from wrong
Stepped out with an Anglo Arms, I keep it tucked in my Ralph Laurens
Members team no lacking, I'll erase him like a drawing
Naw you don't want no problems, if it's smoke, then you know Ash Tray want it
Woah, yeah, yeah, we going hard as fuck
Yeah we're black balled, but the city won't ever stop watching us
Snakes in the grass, juju cutting shit, you know in God we trust
Opiates and benzos they're the things that take away my hurt