SEVRD MNDS (feat. Fusca)

Steady tryna make stead so ready when it comes to fake friends So ready when it comes to baked ends A scary Mary Jenkins I'm tryna flank him It's aching like the burning ashes when were baking Called a Derty Head living hoping Grateful Dead Stashing under sturdy beds shame we seeing 30 feds Fryst-A raided dirty sheds Jae don't wear dirty threads Fusca wrecks early bread quick to make worthy stead Now I'm tryna get a dirty flow A dirty bow pull it back and it will sturdy go Just like the illest with the dirty homes Feel like the realest with the foreign tones Just like the kings when they're down on thrones What I learnt when I talked was just dripping down Now I taunt what I chalked when I'm skipping town I roam around thinking who surrounds no soul only frowns And I'm found looking drowned out by the sound Brought up in a good home with good domes Big bones and the fresh flows is all known Sprinkle powder on the rim cones then move slow Type of shit to give you grim nose the grim tones They say diligently but these cucks be slipping fees With their knees in the streets tryna settle where they beef And the heat you tryna spark won't settle after dark Point blank through your heart not the end only start Now I'm down in the slums feel like drowning in mud Feel like clowning these cunts feel like downing these buds Feel like pounding and punching howling and crunching Rethink the way that my mind has been functioned Looking like bums rummaging in Upwey slums Soggy looking dumb drenched like filthy scums My hands feel numb what would you say to some Can't see the sun and for the nug pay for none