[Chorus: Hazy Dael]
Ay, whats your karma weight
Tell me whats your karma weight
Tiko you a renegade
Finish of your karma plate
Now whats your karma weight
Now whats your karma weight
Tiko you a renegade
Finish off your karma plate
[Chorus: Fat B]
Wipe my tears down
Let me face my fears
(4x)
[Verse 1: Quest]
Feeling sh*t cause i'm nemesis imma ignorant without company
Who the f*ck my enemy is well, biatch
Please
Please
Please
Please
I know i'll never have sh*t
Died slow in a pit
Bury me for what i spit
Wait!
Renegade pound faces for embodiment
Vindicate for open taboo's of pentagon
Put it downward, fallen kingdom babylon
Sunk into deep let me extinct great megalodon
[Verse 2: Anima]
Motherf*cker i dont give a f*ck what you think
Bath me in your blood let me sink
Spill your guts let us have a feast
Walking shadow creep when you sleep
b*tch
To be hamlet
Who me? Anubis
Suck your blood, leech
Better commit seppuku
Before i come to siphon life from you
B-b-blast off
b*tch you better mask off
I can't see your future bloodclot chop your head off
Clutch your neck like Im cobra
[Chorus: Fat B]
Wipe my tears down
Let me face my fears
(4x)
[Verse 3: Hazy Dael]
Im feelin hella sick
Now call a doctor
Im the baddest b*tch
Stingin acupuncture
Im an 06
With a madt culture
An apocalypse
Waitin time for rapture
I dont take 5s
I dont take 2s
Im the realest b*tch
With a bad news
Sayin Sayonara
Leavin bad bruise
Better call me karma
I come around to get you
Lack of confidence man f*ck my mental
With a melody I’m an instrumental
Aching sick of takin knowing no is the answer
Let the mind be f*cked from the genius rental
Black ops dead cops brand cops fake cops that i don’t f*ck with
One Glock tick tock deadshot guns up headshot
Shoot
[Verse 4: Isiaah]
Do a Beckham on reality
Murder my demons and the thoughts that be killing me
Im
Killing my self, like a felony
I am a slave to my thoughts, like a cherokee
(uhhhm)
Lately my family and friends they be failin me
All of my loved ones are gone
They ain't feeling me
f*ck
I ain't even feeling me
f*ck
I can't cope for sh*t, i can't cope for sh*t
Slit My wrist
Maybe im better off dead coz i can't cope for sh*t
(x2)
Im f*cking beat up in this b*tch, need a vacation
Im f*cking tired of these pointless coversations
Im f*cking anxious, and im caught up in depression
Theres a party in my head, no invitations
[Chorus: Fat B & Isiaah]
Wipe my tears down
Let me face my fears
(4x)
f*ck
I can't cope for sh*t, i can't cope for sh*t
Slit my wrist
Maybe im better off dead coz i can't cope for sh*t
(x2)