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Lyrify.me

Fear by KIDD DETH Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

I've been dreaming of the day, these little thots could go away, the second time I make a rhyme, and now it got a hunett plays, I smoke a blunt as a prescription, and I do it everyday, lil bitch she bad, and make a track
And make ya shawty wanna play

I jump on stage, and that’s my plan, you are the man, I flip the page, all the static, it's erratic and like a plastic serenade, all the fuck boys run in packs, they out to fuck, and take the blame, got that chain around my neck, and it be locked up for the pain, all these girls they say they cute, but hunny you all act the same, push a knife into my leg, because you driving me insane, that baby looking at me, like I'm fucking crazy, while she sane, she took my son my number one, and bitches still be causing pain, yuh

Yuh
Stab me in the brain, I’ve gone insane, I can't regain, the time I played, wit knifes and pens, and cuttin stems, to perfect 10s, out wit ma clique, the vibing shit, said fuck the cops, can't handle shit, I am the Kidd, I ain't no myth, I'm round the corner smoking splifs
That shit be facts and imma bet, you say yo name and I'll forget, I'll write it on a cigarette
My dreams are full of crimson red, I play a show from east to west, I got ice up on my chest, I feel like life is just a test, I got my hand up on her breast, aye

Girls like devil demons,and they ain't play around, get mad for different reasons and I ain’t stay around, them bitches make it bad glitchin, when they hoes around, stalking on yo phone switching, laugh to ugly frown

Aye, aye
Watch me drown, wit these people all around
Fire up and make a sound, I’m a freak show, not a clown, circus tent, don't pay the rent
Ma got the money that I sent, and I be drinking till I’m dead, I hate that bitch, so fuck my ex, we do this shit, and do it hard, that's no homo, case you scarred, niggas screaming in a car, in the club, I hit the bar, bitch I'm ugly, how u do, yeah I'm funny what bout you, when I’m rapping in the booth,Aquade show up wit the flu, my girl rubber, while I glue, and I don't know what to do, I need that space, get out my face, don't got a place, I need a room, I want that fame, and that's my aim, it's not the same as, being blue, them bitches silly, like they Billie, and they fucking wit the gang shit