Always

I could never switch but the blade do
Why the fuck you think that I hate you?
I could never give a fuck about a fake bitch
On the internet throwing shade quick
You sit behind the keys, can't get in
'Cause all your friend whack, never went in
I don't waste my time making fake friends
Half these rappers just playing pretend
The other half, I can't really see them
And honestly I'd just hate to be 'em
They sloppy jocking, they hear and copy
Not talking styles, I'm talking content
Flexing hard but got empty wallets
Talking guns but ain't never copped 'em
Copping guns but ain't shot a bullet
You say you bang but you never pull it

So what the fuck is all the fuss about?
We pull up on the scene and all
The hypebeast gon' start running out
Bitch, I don't rep the fucking underground
If you fuck around with me
Half-hearted demons will surround you