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earth for myself pt. 1 - yung-statz lyrics

[verse 1: yung statz]
imma k!ll em with rhythm who asks, spitting this sh-t be different, i spit with all of my k!llers, they’ll hit this they’ll have you missing
i’m living, constantly give em my heartless sh-t, start for tyring to figure out who the f-ck will talk with missiles
in the back of the wind strapping some sh-t and n-body rapping like this cause statz is a pr-ck
women tell me that i’m a d-ck but i’m not a p-ssy -ss b-tch who’d throw sell their motherf-cking soul to get rich
like you a g, could never be, what the f-ck you thinking, see this sh-t ain’t free, this sh-t ain’t you because this sh-t is me
it’s earth for myself this sh-t’s for no one else, nowhere else and f-cking out no well cells, you’re rolling out this is smoking out
only time will tell, if you let the time tell itself, because i’m back for revenge with the vengeance
you could be dead crashed and i’m like, since i have enough cash that i could take my -ss to taxes, and even breakfast, but she gon have the s-x first
this the end of the world, end of the earth, i don’t think you understand but you can laugh at my verse
it’s only gonna get worse man all of you b-tches are cursed, when my fampires all look in the shadows, watching over the plateau
motherf-ckers drowning and i want it as two ufos, and then we’ll see motherf-cking sharks sail the coast
wiping all of these motherf-ckers clean they all gotta go, get em the f-ck outta here, get em out the game
for the way i snapped, sh-t ain’t clean, sh-t ain’t ok, you could help em private the mall, will be a better day
but i don’t see that happening with iso, motherf-cking burn!

[verse 2: iso]
my cerebellum is devilish when i let em in
and that’s one h-ll of a metaphor i can tell a friend
and for the record you infected as soon as this record spins
you know i’ve never been ethical i can sell a sin
i witnessed demonic fellowship and i fell within
the element and the set of [?] that can build the [?]
to let it be medicine for some who have to sin
then they gotta tell to me im in, bring the medic in
betray my ever check a p-ss so i’m dead to friends
[?] form in my sediment
my soul is dorment within me they resurrect the pen
you’ll never talk about h-ll where you have never been
it’s crazy how eloquent it is to be negative
leave em in the spot of my homie but they h-lla rich
my third eye got the twin watch of the residence
since i’ve been walking they tried to k!ll me ever since
i remember i ain’t have sh-t
got a bunch of homies now whats up
gotta hit me on the brainsick
and lost all of my n-gg-s now because of it
noggas throwing deals and they get it with some funny sh-t
they wanna change a n-gg- take his money keep his publishing
and f-ck around and have a n-gg- out or else in mothership
and tryna sell a n-gg- fake quicker than they covetin, suck a d-ck
i’m in the mode i load a gun and spit f-cking government
whatever you do dont give a f-ck b-tch, flick and blow it quick
and have any one of you b-tch n-gg-s run away
taking up one of them with you and f-cking p-ss until you f-cking lose
n-gg-s hating on me but i bet the b-tches lovin this
suckin my d-ck in here and run up on me i’m babbling
backing it with my b dog who be like
and get to buck on anyone who really want this sh-t

[verse 3: jl b. hood]
when they hear that i’m working on new sh-t n-gg-s devastated
there ain’t nothing you can do with a n-gg- that’s dedicated
never ever said that i’m never trying to find a fine edit
i comply to split at your neck and leave it separated
somebody tell me that i give em the wickedest vibe
put on a burnt and really show em the sinister side
not giving a f-ck where we going in for [?]

[hook: yung statz]
i’m in this earth for myself, i don’t need n-body help, i can do this sh-t myself
f-ck everyone else i’m f-cking up everything in my path and i’m doing it well
you can go to h-ll imma go to heaven when you found look into my eyes you can see the p-ssionate rapping
me and the ogs take it from the back and then blast and shoot
through all you cabbage patch kids
leave you looking alone matching statz is a disaster for you
i burn the world and there’s nothing you can do
then you should’ve just listened you wouldn’t have gotten with it by the pistol handle
burn with gasoline in a can
if i let the match strike you [?] these angels
cursed by the world itself, it’s been years and still no one minding the show
these motherf-ckers don’t understand, this is earth for myself

[verse 4: mister hyde]
iso dawg this sh-t’s bananas
godd-mn now i gotta go and give in the damage
i came for you motherf-ckers saying i don’t isn’t saying i won’t
no one saying a joke n-body laughing at anything you are saying like no
no not at all get up buddy you go get the f-ck up out of my face
i don’t even wanna know what you got coming out what you gotta knock em out
it only took me a second so what you got don’t talk that sh-t
these bars are fire’s crispy
the block coming down spittin heat right now
what it is i’m ahead my time i’m getting mad wicked the mind d’avant f-cking 95
but i’ll go 95 on a 95 or on a 55 driving by so fast think i could fly
mister hyde in his prime nevermind i’m on a grind
the world about the time realize real lies relies on relying
reprising the role being disguised to the blind
i recognize as we rise people run for the lies
it’s taking over the world like its blue da ba dee ba da dai
i swear to god never no one is working this out
of the ladder to climb to another level with my
sick and twisted game of what our lives are

[bridge: mister hyde]
i’m bred like this, i’m built to break this lab
and spit no one else’ type sh-t, h-ll yea i say this proud
we guarantee that sh-t, sure enough to move these crowds
me and statz’s just two white kids, but don’t call it common to slain the mic, we put it down

[verse 5: d-loc the gill god]
(gilla!)
wouldn’t be giving a f-ck they coming in the back and they grabbing a mac and they coming up with the 9mm busting
f-cking around with my n-gg-s we coming through busting leave em with a concussion
we don’t give a f-ck as we jumping them (k!ll em!)
imma murder any n-gg- that swallow the (?) b-tch -ss won’t want it my n-gg-
k!llin em up with the semi they knowing the pain, my n-gg-s be coming on n-gg-s
cause they making a go and picking a hole with the 9mm we popping on n-gg-s
i don’t be giving a f-ck they go with the pack taking hit on my n-gg-s
lyrically i’m called hysterical lyrically a terrorist embar-ssing n-gg-s
burying these n-gg-s that be thinking that they ready for this n-gg-
i’m guillotine chopping these n-gg-s’ hands off we leaving em cherishing
n-gg- be coming to grip it n-gg- be coming to flippin n-gg- be coming and dip in delivery
n-gg- that drop a n-gg- in the river
n-gg- be talking that sh-t cause all of my n-gg-s are straight k!llers
we don’t be giving a f-ck cause all of my n-gg-s just be off in the villa

[verse 6: yung statz]
to get with us you know you gotta spit the right sh-t
to spit with us you know you gotta get a tight grip
of the world to control some sh-t that’s like
this the part going dom [?] sick
and i go back for worse, go back to church, go back and forth
motherf-ckers wanna hit me but won’t come forth
they say they get money, but won’t show full, so here’s the show, fool

[hook]

- yung statz lyrics

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