used to cut the rock with no glove on
the reasons why your hoe got them rug burns
work all day till the work gone
talking back in the day when i had chirp phone
my nigga made a wrong turn
had to say i was a smoker just so i could go home
i'm just tryna hear the beat like a stethoscope
it was written but the signature not legible
a demon on the hunt for the succubus
why you on some cuddle shit? hit it then fuck a bitch
i don't think you know who you're fucking with
i don't care about nothing
i don't care about nothing
run the jewels is chaos and arrangement
shit'll give your fuck face a face lift
papa did the triple lindsey flip when the 'cane hit
mama never met a bottle that she couldn't drain quick
like we believe in nothing
tryna get bags like fuck all of 'em
death is on my couch and i'm tellin' him jokes
true doom eat up the crew like 'mm. food'
it's like you're praying for pain
gotta brain? you gon' move it or lose it