hands that feed lyrics

You ain't got no family left
But you got love from everybody, no one come for your neck
I hope it's isolating for you, but i heard that you want that
All that stress you feel is your and yours alone, so don't you combat
The feelin through the law don’t move a motion, slow your motion
Have you chokin, and that death is yours alone cuz, cos

You don’t got no family left
sh*t i was never even part, you said you f*cked with my track
And that's a lie, knew it from the start so don't come collect
Stay calm, use your connect until you throw it all away
Like everybody garbage when they do not fill your f*ckin pockets i guess
Weird definition of friends, a means to an еnd
Not a reason to move, but the rеason you can
And there ain't no reasoning when all this sh*t hit the fan

Now you scared of the reaction when it's hittin your stans
And the people leave the stands because they know who you are
You ain't f*ck with them anyways but co-opting they image
And you hate that sh*t for real it's got me thinkin like “how???”

Like, how you happy makin money when you never was happy?
How you treat your friends like sh*t when they the reason you here?
Is this according to plan? or what you thinkin bout now?
And what you gon do when ain't no f*ckin milk in the cow?
Cos, with no family left
You a reflection of your influence, reflection of self
Do you reflect on yourself? cos that's a key to career
Cos before you f*ckin know it every one of your ears, disappears
And you won't have no family left
I know you scared, worried that all of your secrets been kept
And they aren't, you're safe for now, you got the making of stars
But supernovas never make a sound, will anybody hear it when it's out way too far?
Do you know who you are?
If your music your addiction why you beat to the bar?
And everybody sippin but you, chattin bout you
Chattin bout how you treat them like the laundry thats due, so

You got no family left
Money in the bank, but you forever in debt
And i know it won't be shockin when everybody has left
Cos what you doin ain’t right, don’t let it come to your death
It's scuff