Shade Grove

Keep that thang tucked Homicide I'm a creep,

Got my throat cut it just turned me to a beast,

Let the blade rust when I slash it isn't clean,

Boarded out Haunted house the floorboards hear them creak,

The darkness is my home catch me sleeping in the catacombs,

Steppin over corpses the forces you hear them cracking bones,

Never walk alone cuz my demons they love to tag along,

Tearing down your walls I'll turn your king into a vagabond,

Say you big steppin lil homie we all know you bluffin,

Truth is most these rappers have Grown accustomed to doin nothin,

Get to steppin im packin weapons that'll blow your noggin,

Teachin lessons don't fake your flexin or you'll be in a coffin,

Don't forget to count your blessings I just counted mine,

Keep it real and be about your buisness that's my state of mind,

Snakes up in your yard you trim the grass and weed out all the lies,

Scissors to the strings of puppeteers im cutting all the lines,

all these weapons

parasocial love you before they even met you

way she rip

my heart up out my chest and turn me to a creature

straight up out the city where they hate a lot

punk bitch turned me to a monster

i'm a fiend

see these red eyes

take a whole day just to write your little song

i get on top of beats and then i speak on what's wrong

bitch

take a whole day just to write your little song i get on top

of beats and then i speak on what's wrong bitch