Razorblade Music

[Chorus: Suspect]
They go through the gutter, that morbid sound
I said Razorblade Music
I crossed the border to link with Marmel
It's that it's that razor sharp shit
I ain't tryna bring the 90s back
It's that Razorblade Music
I'm tryna keep my head on a sharpless back
Yeah, yeah it's that, it's that-
Facts!

[Verse 1: Demrick]
We puffin' love or nothing know me God he get jealous
I'm from California Republic out there fuckin' with Suspect (What up?)
Got that jet fuel budget six o' Oz
Smoked a half pound in a week I think I OD'd
And I got the cookie bags ready, you can smell it through the plastic
Break down a package and sell it to the masses
Smoke my ashes when I'm dead and gone
She got a fat ass and her head is on, I dick her down to set the tone
Hit 'em wrong or right, it's all about my life
I'm on that red eye flight with my red eyes tight
You know my dogs off the collar steal
These hoes going broke for a dollar bill
Kill or be killed, these streets have gotta chill
Say I don't feel 'cause what's real is real
Never bite my tongue that might stop a meal
That shit is not the deal
Call my warriors, get riled up and smash
Like an eight car pile up on anyone riding us

[Chorus: Suspect]
They go through the gutter, that morbid sound
I said Razorblade Music
I crossed the border to link with Marmel
It's that, it's that razor sharp shit
I ain't tryna bring the 90s back
It's that Razorblade Music
I'm tryna keep my head on a sharpless back
It's that, it's that-
Yo! Crack!

[Verse 2: Suspect]
The plug pull the hand, it's the beginning of the end
Calling shots off the bank, you going short at the rim
We too deep, it's too rough, in the waters that we swim
We got sharks that come in packs ripping bones from the skin
Body bag bars with them you only watching where we live
You stay at home like a bitch while we eating off this shit
This the underground, kid, no wearing skinny jeans
Stayin' hungry when we spit, fuck a Fetty Wap and clique
You're surrounded by warriors, only axes when we swing
Got a mouthful of bling, fill blunts like a machine
Got a lock on the green, like my safe full of weed
When we like what we see we goin' in with the heat
I'm slaying sixteens, like a serial killer
Getting ill I fill up wood with that kush vanilla
That purp OG, you know me for rilla
I get scrilla with my team have you run like J Dilla

[Chorus: Suspect]
They go through the gutter, that morbid sound
I said Razorblade Music
I crossed the border to link with Marmel
It's that, it's that razor sharp shit
I ain't tryna bring the 90s back
It's that Razorblade Music
I'm tryna keep my head on a sharpless back
It's that, it's that-
Facts!