High Cla** Filth - G.U.T.S. (God Under The Sun) lyrics

[Intro/Hook] With a strap on me It ain't our problems Ain't mothaf**ing our problems Ain't My problems Mothaf**ing our problems [Verse 1] Creepers in my dreams and they're calling my name Acting propane all i need is a flame And just put 'em in pain They laughing on my way Stacking caskets like logs by the woods in the rain Knowing they be stepping outside the frame Painting vivid pictures without signing names Y'all posh mpthaf**as never starved a day Me and rich hoes we gon' fornicate Putting up with living in the section 8 Ramen noodles had to k** the pain And i was born and raised, on some money chase Where friendly mothaf**as don't last a day Counting twenties till i buy a Bentley Yea you got a job but you monthly wealthy Don't rent i deploy, knowing that someone Serving door by door, c**aine convoy Ashing genetics left from a living people Lasting forever flashbacks of our prequel I've been in the ghetto so long i'm lethal Birds of a feather i guess i'm equal This cemetery been as dark as ever been Been a pretty much forever since we still in this b**h In this sh** k**a, k** it turn his stash to a revenue Get that, get that cash Now he owns baltic avenue I'm the one that f**s with you Abaddon which side is you Crawling in the pit with you Now you f**ing with the realest homie