DommeDamian - Ground Syndrome lyrics

Welcome to Copenhagen, place where nothing is fakin' Politics mistaken, stereo's raping Fly's meditating, people eatin' bacon Buzzes and trains are almost always too late 'then I gotta find a way to survive But the vibe of mine isn't fly enough to get by And why do I keep myself trapped in the past But won't escape even if the pressure eats me alive Block on my shoulders, world's getting colder Older, but only my rappin' won't be over 'Til I don't like "Echoes", 'til I get raped by pedos 'Til the ba** k**s headphones, 'til my rappin' explodes 'Til my body's dead bones While my Rolley-apple stop my voice and give me stress, oh And for now, I do not wanna give up Not before people call me savior of hiphop I'm a 'good kid' in a 'mad city' Runnin' from peer pressure and fake hom(i)es with Fatalities Sorrounded by n***as who's only for a**/titties Instead of helping people with no home and bad kidneys And be themselves, own role, that's cool Here for the action, help risin' the westcoast "I sag my pants until my a** shows" And going through tough times, only the best knows Sometimes, not fun, when you're drunk bumping Pink Drugs and alcohol won't make you think We have faith 'n feelings, we just care for drinks As the girls left the good guys and rather goes out with the pricks Their dicks are smaller than Cheetos Their acts' worse than Kanye's ego Their lifes is; be lazy for work, bumping Migos So I spit out 'til the b**hes prefer emos [Hook] RAAD in your area (Coming from a place called Underground) x4 The rap game s**s now, as first Of these wacka**es, I even prefer Soulja Boy, O.T., and Fred Durst Cause these MCs gave me AIDS and a curse Of tastelessness, a hit with a nurse And a time's more painful than dying of thirst Bad thug wannabees, and not only one good verse Lots of motherf**ing wack but only calling the worst You're really wack, mr. 'Wetty Fap' All I hear is tarded men crying over your sh**ty tracks You are a Retard, you've been your whole life Meet me and my verbal sk**s'll make you blind on both eyes Kanye, why did you leave your teddybear? Did you lost it and didn't find it anywhere? Your old sh** makes me cry heavy tears I don't know why any beside me will just make it clear Drake, you're fake, overrated like cake Hope you get raped by the Rake, for f**'s sake Too wack lines for real music could ever make Too wack of an MC my ears could ever take Nicki, you're the corniest of 'em all I hope you get knocked out by a f**ing tall brawl You're a fake s*utty b**h, you even show it Don't want more of it, cause you're wax and you know it, so blow it c*nts, you want and try but cannot defeat me Hoes, I know you try but can't beat me I'll sh** and pee-pee on your bling-bling, spit on your Yeezys Don't care about if it's a sin, k**ing y'all's easy Give up golddiggers, do any of you ever wonder Lyrics no-riginality, no ways to keep you under- Ground Syndrome, trappers this is your end "I still hate y'all n***as and I can't pretend" [Hook] x8 RAAD Factory in your area (Hit 'em, Rolley) [Hook] x4 RAAD Factory in your area