Lyrics From the Cut - SYBYR

From the Cut

Uh, first things first I’m from PG
Weirdos get put in the cut, Evidently
First, one to break out like bad acne
Excuse me, while you call me a pain like a bad knee
I told myself I wouldn’t fit in this shit
Look around and back at me with all this anger, and dip
Back in the closet like a bitch who never have anyway
Stabbing themselves a couple times so all their matters can stay
Blood all over the floor, where the tampons go?
Burning houses to the ground, we’re going camping today
Fuck manners, you don’t understand what I have to say
Anyway, make money, stab a bitch with a blade, Ok
I had enough of this «mac nigga», for one track
Still can’t rap, putting words together with the match
Always thoughts about stabbing bitches and suicide
You can’t rap Prince George with that
Too bad, I wish I had a similar story
Instead of fucked-up minds of opposite glory
Adore me, like a bad trip ignore me
I’m just a different kind of nigga in your world bitch
Can’t blame me, look at this mess I want a syringe
Put minds to death or for theft
Unimportant little shit, never claimed your the best
Breaking necks by the barrel, make a terrible death
You need some therapist?
Mac is not a lyricist
Making petty bars?
sit down, drink ya' medicine
I thought honesty was the best policy you can shake
Hypocritical, faggot fuckers, turn around as I say, see, smell
Touch the taste guess I’m full of the shit
Never cool inside the school, cause the kids were a bitch
Rejection was my best friend, always sucking my dick
Then depression came along, God damn she was thick
Never had a fucking friend until I started making beats
All you fuckers fake, and you carry a disease
Nevermind me I’m sick as can be
Born In VA, Raised in MD
Never had a fucking friend until I started making beats
All you fuckers fake, and you carry a disease
Nevermind me I’m sick as can be
Born In VA, Raised in MD