Titdirt

[Verse 1: Amorphou6]
I ride through the stoop
I die from the juice
I lay by the noose
I glide with no tooth

Hide in my room
Fade away soon
Suckas askin questions
Dont' know I don’t make no tunes

Ride through the stoop i got that weight stuck on my back
I ride through the stoop
I die with the coup
I fly through the roof can’t think straight I lost all track

Dont wanna hang bitch i stay in my basement
I’m running the rock with the black metal casings
Cold as a bitch i got blood on the pavement
Im takin a trip i smoke with the ancients

Don’t show me your music I’m pulling a van gogh
Bring out a metal chair brakin ya backbone
Won't fuck ya ho cuz she got a mustache

I ain't part of all the systems all the digits all the pistons
All the motherfucking prisons i don’t miss em need no wisdom
Bitch your habits look religious i got limits on these minutes
I ain't one for white pickets or scrounging around for tickets