Westside Gunn, YWF Ricky P - Forsaken lyrics

Can't drag the knack I slap like
Tyson on some boom bap
This exactly how Rick do rap
Swear I won’t stick to trap
But I will stick a fag to clap ya ass
Blow back like a C2 pack
Not new I left the past tense
Like a nomad with a full map
In pursuit of a new format, hold up
Grip on my gonads like Turner in a red hat
Can't believe I just said that
(Boom, Boom, Boom)
Can't hold my chatter, I’m put you to death
No cap i body bag boys even if
You have a little lapse bags of cash
Why ain't y'all spend it on ya girl ass
Dropped mad stacks on your girl
To keep her at leisure
Chelsether any sleeper like Kruger
Disguised as the reaper
My ether takeover the blueprint
Of the dreamer (Boom, Boom, Boom)
Still stay humble as Keanu Reeves
That passion a keeper
Humble enough to be a preacher
That shit necessity don't message me
I unfollow when you act a celebrity (Ayo)
I unfollow when you act a celebrity
Niggas kiss the ring daily
My throne ain't tampered four and a baby
I stashed the MAC by the Pampers
You know I'm brazy
Balmains with the head chopped
The rest'll follow
Nigga died from a leg shot
You know the routine (Y'all forsake me)
Niggas kiss the ring daily
My throne ain’t tampered four and a baby
I stashed the MAC by the Pampers
You know I’m brazy
Balmains with the head chopped
The rest'll follow
Nigga died from a leg shot
You know the routine

Went to high school with many
Forgot their faces (Yup)
They act a fool to me, I leave them forsaken
(Fuck em)
They act a ghoul to me, with ghastly phrases
(Facts)
They act cruel to me, Kaneki in the making
They say Karma a bitch
It just switched phases
Like Batman Villain shit
It click with the changes (nananana)
No cheats in this shit
Gon be great like the Game is (Facts)
Went from selling coke to
Have a meatloaf sandwich (Mhm)
To writing to blow smoke
Spit gold to show boat
Hard times on the east coast
That how I blow O’s (yeah)
Rick go beast mode when he squeeze those
Triggers to freeze people, grow cold
Below zero

Happy cause I made it past twenty one
And them demmies ain't murder me
Write all my wrongs cause it what I got left
When them perc thirties left me for dead
And them psychedelics got to my head
And them opps pump me full of lead
Wrong hood, they not who I met
Toss them M's under the bus
Like a buddhist monk
I applaud all you who listen to this junk
(Ayo)
All you who forsake me some useless cunts
Those who believed in me
Y'all ruthless blood (Ayo)

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