From The Cut lyrics

[Verse]
Uh, first things first I'm from PG (Yeah)
Weirdos get put in the cut, evidently
First one to break out like bad acne (Ugh)
Excuse me, while you call me a pain like a bad knee (Ooh)
I told myself I wouldn't fit in this sh*t (Never)
Look around and back at me with all this anger and dip
Back in the closet like a b*tch who never havin' their way
Stabbing themselves a couple times so all their matters can stay (Uh)
Blood all over the floor, where the tampons go? (Uh)
Burn the house to the ground, we're going camping today
f*ck manners, you don't understand what I have to say
Anyway, make money, stab a b*tch with a blade, okay
I had enough of this Mac n*gga for one track
Still can't rap, putting words together with a match (Nah)
Always talks about stabbing b*tches and suicide (Yeah)
You can't rep Prince George with that (Uh)
Too bad, I wish I had a similar story (Really?)
Instead of f*cked-up minds and opposite glories (Really?)
Adore me, like a bad trip, ignore me
I'm just a different kind of n*gga in your world, bih' (True)
Can't blame me, look at this mess, I want a syringe
Put minds to devil effect (Damn)
Unimportant little sh*t, now he claims he the best
Breaking necks by the barrel, make a terrible death
"He needs a therapist, Mac is not a lyricist"
"Making petty bars, sit down, drink your medicine"
I thought honesty was the best policy you can shake (Ha)
Hypocritical, faggot f*ckers, turn around as I say, see, smell, touch, taste
Guess I'm full of the sh*t
Never cool inside the school 'cause the kids were a b*tch
Rejection is my best friend, always sucking my di*k
Then depression came along, goddamn, she was thick
[Chorus]
Never had a f*cking friend until I started making beats
All you f*ckers fake, and you carry a disease
Nevermind me, I'm sick as can be
Born In VA, raised in MD
Never had a f*cking friend until I started making beats (Nah)
All you f*ckers fake, and you carry a disease
Nevermind me, I'm sick as can be
Born In VA, Raised in MD