Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BLCKK
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Venting Palace
Composer
christian miner
Composer
Lyrics
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 won'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 ya neck
I don't call it passion, you workin for a check
Bitch you ain't a threat
Yes I take my money, at least I got respect
Y'all wanna know the problem?
Money come in better when i'm fucking up my brain
I got all my closest they decided i'm insane
I could talk for hours why the fuck should i explain?
Lil fuck boy wanna talk I don't wanna fight bitch I wanna
Closed casket for you bitch
I'm not asking ima switch my fucking attitude
To fucking deal with you
Not fucking feelin' you
Drop him bitch it's over due
Writer(s): Christian Miner, Venting Palace
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