Текст песни DEATHSTROKE - Blckbrd

Why you gullible?
Before some people loved me, damn, I thought I was unlovable
Been running my shit harder, now I'm muhfuckin' untouchable
You light the fuckin' fuse and hum a tune like you ain't culpable
My rifle shooting up the boat, it's time I let you bitches sink
Your words stopped being interesting
Different things
I was distant before social distancing
Belittlin' me
Houston, we got problems, not like Whitney
Dropped him on his face, head in his hands and called it littany
1-3, no Apollo, I ain't burnt out enough yet
Give a shit if I get a dollar, only say what the fuck I meant
That's on any god I give all I get
Ali (leave) 'em dead, they yell bumaye
I fish for compliments, you my bait
Refuse to let you dudes ruin my day

Tech clothes, walk in with that Deathstroke energy
In Mesh cloak, lookin like a Deathtoll effigy
Eddie Crow a tired walking chemical dependency
My Niche MO the problem, no one write identical to me
But people love critiquin' shit that they could never do
Remind me of seagulls screechin' seaside in my youth
The check you throw for rent about the net gain on my shoes
But you wary cus your fuckin' parents fed you wit a spoon

It take a whole lot to impress me
LA99, .45 take a chunk up out his breastplate
Hated since an infant, leave 'em infinitely checkmated
Devastated, everything I do contest some envy
Ain't gon' finish up that trilogy, ain't no such thing as paradise
Everything come down to your position and a pair of dice
I'll turn your terrible to terrified
Tearing off your terrace
You a terrier that's acting like he scary sized
I'm malignant
I'm ignorant
Nitro with glycerin
Snake hoes is the
Pigment of Slytherin
Draco mean different
The viscera coat the walls in the kitchen, Detached from my visage
You bitches prolly sit for a biscuit
You christened in piss and you don't know
Pray for deliverance, loop through the shit like a rosary
Got stake in the dissonance, only Wagyu, gimme shoulder please
Told 'em "peace"
Ain't no peace of mind unless you tote a piece
Rappers never keep up on they hygiene under golden teeth

Tech clothes, walk in wit that Deathstroke energy
In Mesh cloak, lookin like a Deathtoll effigy
Eddie Crow a tired walking chemical dependency
My Niche MO the problem, no one write identical to me
But people love critiquin' shit that they could never do
Remind me of seagulls screechin' seaside in my youth
The check you throw for rent about the net gain on my shoes
But you wary cus your fuckin parents fed you wit a spoon