Текст песни F**k Everyone's Accepted Reality (Fear) - Snick Foley

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It's Snick
With the mind state of an arsonist
On some awesome shit
Burn it down (Hahahahahaha)
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on nigga

Finna son these niggas, not ya dad, I'm just ya mother's man
For a hundred grand, in rubber bands, she'll jerk me with the other hand
Never gave a fuck cause I ain't ever have a reason to
My life's a sitcom that's barely making it to season 2
Even you, sees that everybody hates Foley
This business rather lonely, these phonies is not ya homies
I'm past mad from this cash grab, of these trash bag
Fucks, tryna turn me to a hashtag

Like what the, BLOOD... CLOT
They made my kindness weakness now the, LOVE... STOPS
I'll giggle bout your death during the, MUG... SHOT
Control me? Ohh I think the FUCK... NOT (I think the fuck not)
Born poor. I'll die rich. A lot I have to process
Not Satchmo, I plan to hurt some people in the process
Death to you is scary, that's what keeps you from the revenue
For me, it's hard, to fear, a thing, that's really, all I ever knew
Forged me in the fire with the embers
So it's ironic how I'm colder than December
I get live, and feel like Boosie when I show some wealth
Cause some money, quickly, make these pussies show themselves
And to all who doubt, these claws come out, you'll fall and shout
Cause all, ya moves, is ALL FOR CLOUT
Someone save me from this darkness (Save me from this darkness)
Society, it broke my heart then called me heartless

My dreams have turned to nightmares
I battle demons who don't fight fair
They left me bleeding, think I might scare
I'ma dreamer, life's a nightmare
So there's no waking from this nightmare
All my dreams have turned to nightmares
I battle demons who don't fight fair
They left me bleeding, hope I might scare
I'ma dreamer life's a nightmare
So there's no waking from my nightmares

I ain't ever scared, post up, like Bonecrusher
I've walked a cold road, alone, like my home Russia
Working on my aim, AKs, I won't rush the
Next style, projectiles, I won't touch ya
SNICK rage, like Nic Cage, if shit pays
I don't get fazed, smack you niggas, you switch shades
Brains a big maze, easy to see that I am not these other guys
Most of them don't even flow, my thoughts arrive like butterflies
Words sting like bumble bees; I roll up like tumbleweeds
Collecting funeral cards, from those that try to humble me
Made me jump thru hurdles, like they tryna win a pet show
Now they gotta die, they crying why? CAUSE I SAID SO
BET NO, body will be testing this enigma
Me and money getting close, the bond strong like sigma
It's the, horror that they warned you in your textbook
Young black, and don't give a fuck, got the rest shook
Foley