BLCKK - 4 BASE Lyrics

All you demons all you rats
F*ck your feelings I been dying, my heart black
F*ck you demons f*ck you rats
Ain't a single f*cking rapper that I back

All my brothers do it better
I won't take the label that you gave us f*cking never
I heard all your music motherf*cker it's whatever
Please don't f*cking talk, i'm still working on my temper
Please don't f*cking 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 f*cking up my brain
I got all my closest they decided i'm insane
I could talk for hours why the f*ck should i explain?

Lil f*ck boy wanna talk I don't wanna fight bitch I wanna
Closed casket for you bitch
I'm not asking ima switch my f*cking attitude
To f*cking deal with you
Not f*cking feelin' you
Drop him bitch it's over due