Death Adders

[Verse 1] No love for the weak by the end of the week tryna move a couple grams spread love to streets Unique, tac-tics I'm using when I speak who me too feet submerged below the dirt/ Imma lay it down down down like a card it's so hard to show the people what I'm really worth The truth hurts But it's better than tellin lies open eyes cuz the news ain't really tellin you why/ Why the moon so close and snow last week Why can't I go to school and have money to eat Why my parents gotta work till old and they die but little fat kids get fuckin show on TV? Oh please../ That ain't right and if I gotta watch that then shoot me tonight In my will I'mma leave everything in my life to my wife oh right...she left me tonight Oh true...love hurts but, winning feels better Wait wait...scratch that..like an old sweater.... Money is the root of all evil so I guess my whole life is dedicated to me becoming a sinner I'm tryna ball like the dude married to la-la Is the devil in the white tee? Or wearing prada? I don't really know so I guess he wears Mishka black jeans black tee and black cement threes that's me... Oh.... [Hook] I could be hustlin' work Pushin the dirt If I wasn't writing this verse Shit I just might be... Takin ya purse Robbin ya job Or even worse Dead in a hearse/