Filth lyrics

[Verse 1: indigomerkaba]
I come from a place where three letters divide you
We wrote it on the wall when it meant war if they lined you
Opposition go and f*ck your b*tch just to spite you
It ain’t about graph anymore, everyone rhyme too
f*ck that, you don’t wanna see what’s in my bum bag
Iron lack, tucked in my dacks in thinking f*ck jacks
I’m a cleptomanic, you can get your sl*t taxed
Let the boys run a train then hand you back your c*mrag, you di*khead
Hanging with my brothers we was mislead
My mouth’ a desert eagle and i’m always known to spit lead
Bipolar stomp on your kidneys until you p*ss red
Then go home to meditate and light a stick on incense
I had to walk away from all the dramas, Corey from the units tried to kill himself with forty Kalmas
My homie Mother smoking buep and telling stories laughing
I was only fifteen that’s where my f*cking story started (f*ck)
Chilling with Johnny blaze no method-man
To get some paper brother always had a sketchy plan
We called him Blazer ‘cause the weapon never
Left his hand
Johnny ain’t a cook, but he f*cking knew how to stretch a gram
I’m sick with it go and get a doctor, most rappers telling other rappers stories through a f*cking teleprompter
Imma make noise like a helicopter
Rape the game even if you say stop, i’m never stopping
I grew up with f*ck all, i knew how to get a dollar
I could sell sand in the desert just to get a profit (I could)
I coulda’ kept trapping but I knew that rapping was the better option (f*ck)
My homies say you got that hunger back I tell ‘em bro I never lost it (never)
My homies say you got that hunger back I tell ‘em bro I never lost it
[Verse 2: Huskii]
I check the track and do the dougie once it’s brought across (yes)
I’m gone, I’m lost, all these single mums I got scoring rocks
Babies starving, it ain’t in my code to call up docs
I check up on the fam’ hide bundles in the walls they got
I tell ‘em nothing if they get done they can’t talk to cops (shut up)
I bring ‘em feeds, pay the lights, make sure their waters on
What more they want?
I’m tryna pay my mortgage off
I got my own kids to feed detectives out in Hawkins Spot (I see you)
Covid mask up, get the task done as I walk the block
The only reason you ain’t got a plug, I don’t trust all you dogs (woof)
I used to wear the same jeans, these days my floors a closet
Oz of weed and Ozweego so sick these whores all vomit
New prada chatty from this hoe I made vomit
Cardi B a b*tch take her chain and get paid from it (wavy)
We the wave after all this pain we get paid for it
But if I really told my story, I’d be chained from it
Imagine taking profit to Spain to get flake off it
Straight drop it, then take occas to freight dockers
I’m addicted to this money cuz’ I ain’t stopping
I’m grimey, I’ll be doing this sh*t in my grave robbing (i’ll be dead)