Scant Squad - Mold lyrics

[Werd] Yo It's Werd and I'm back in the sh*t scene Little b**h teams ruined all that I did see Fake f*cking rappers getting followed and they snitches Confirms it's a joke and the music is for Ritchie- Rich pricks, Uni little b**h kids, backpack sick sh*t? Sorry must of missed it, this is Not what I want in my district Keep it low-key if you into using gimmicks I'm finished, diminished all of those the flows grows to pro But al settle as an armature if focusing on doe- Ray me fa-so la, ti do- C*nts can't do melody just speak loads And deep throat down South heads like; he's dope But he's not, just punch-lines with weak flow Years go, seen it all done they reload And do the same thing so I give it the heav-ho (bye bye) Yeah I've done this for a few years I made a little music and I let you all hear I tried to do my best but at times I was slipping Too caught up with a life not living Listen, I'm sorry but I'm back I know it don't give any others a chance I won't loose it, this right here Is another fresh start, let it rot, mold Yo, you know were you'll find me F*cking sitting grimy Looping out a beat with a beer right beside me Pad on my knee try looking at me sideways Skins and the bud asking 'how you doing?' tidy Al have that, have a little joint sparked No get-set or marks, just the puff puff pa** False start (ha ha) I guess I'm too slack If I play my position I'm probably left back- In the changing room, aye he's no good I guess he never shoulda, woulda, coulda Aye f*cking good No chance it's true, I shipwrecked your crew And leave them stranded, Abandoned your band or group Hello again, see I'm feeling refreshed Like my net page froze and I just clicked to get Another chance, another shot, like the c*nt ain't dead I'm a f*cking zombie, you ain't aiming for the head Yeah I've done this for a few years I made a little music and I let you all hear I tried to do my best but at times I was slipping Too caught up with a life not living Listen, I'm sorry but I'm back I know it don't give any others a chance I won't loose it, this right here Is another fresh start, let it rot, mold I am always running on these tracks Give rappers a head start But never willing to part with a bit-part, in fact A bit is just jack, on my jack-jones lonesome Rather take the map with a mismatched flow then Mister do the math you will see who delivers it When looking inconspicuous with lyrics to diminish pricks An idiot, aye, I agree with what you're saying to it The sentiment is true but you can't do what I do I'm insane with it, playing with it, letting off steam Letting out a bit of anger, yeah I'm letting on me Second or three you can be, but never getting the one You see a won dumb dumb just check what I've done c*nt I had fun now I get funds for my substance And f*ck if you've done this, I'm taking the c*nt with Anything I do, don't confuse it with dumb sh*t Jokes on you (you missed out) the purpose Yeah I've done this for a few years I made a little music and I let you all hear I tried to do my best but at times I was slipping Too caught up with a life not living Listen, I'm sorry but I'm back I know it don't give any others a chance I won't loose it, this right here Is another fresh start, let it rot, mold