Biohazard

Don't wanna be a God
I just wanna get the guap
So imma go off
Tryna make my music pop
I been working on these drops
I don't wanna hit the top
I don't gotta speak facade
I speak what I think is wrong
I hate rappers who be frauds
They gone talk to the cops

I'd still walk with broken legs
I don't know what's in they heads
Why they gotta fake a set
They ain't even chasing bread
From their birth ye they been fed
Count the threads inside their bed

I don't care about your threats
You can get up off my neck
Even Demons want mе dead
Cause they know I won't rеlent
But it's not with bad intent
I just wanna get a check
Real life no faking sets
There's too much I can't forget
How my cousin bang his set
Knowing it's gone be his death
It's too late to make amends
All these offers at my neck

But I let the phone ring
It's no talking to the king
I'm just tryna build a team
Get the money and the green
Plant a hundred trees
To cover up the smell of weed
Don't know what they mean
On my team Sesh routine
My life is a dream
I get paid from the scene
Now I'm just tryna eat
I remember days where I could not afford to breathe