Feast

Yeah

Don't know where my life taking me (Taking me)

Kill me, ain't no replacing me (Replacing me)

Dark times, grey clouds, blood on my sneaks (On my sneaks)

Blade in my hand I cut then feast (Cut then feast)

Don't know where my life taking me (Taking me)

Kill me, ain't no replacing me (Replacing me)

Dark times, grey clouds, blood on my sneaks (On my sneaks)

Blade in my hand I cut then feast

Grippin' the flow, drippin' the mud

Smokin a blunt with the g's with the thugs

Everybody got buzzed

And these fuckboys they showin' no love

Barumpumpump that's the sound of my gun

With the extra motherfuckin' drum

You a bag full of scum

Eatin' rappers like yum

Pussy niggas gettin slumped

Yuh

I can't even find myself

No more no

Don't put my picture on your shelf

Cuz bitch I'm goin straight to hell

I eat but can't even taste

No more no

Don't put no salad on my plate

I feast on blood to push my weight

Bitch I'm goin straight to hell

Can't find no place to rest my soul

So bitch I'll find a place to sell (Bitch I'll find a place to sell)

And when you leave me I'll be gone

Tell em pour straight from another young name

I need much more than what was there

(I need much more than what was there)

And I need a little more than you're givin' me

And I need a little boost in my serenity

I can't say I remember your face

But I need a little more than you're givin 'me

Yeah

Don't know where my life taking me

Kill me, ain't no replacing me

Dark times, grey clouds, blood on my sneaks

Blade in my hand I cut then feast

Don't know where my life taking me

Kill me, ain't no replacing me

Dark times, grey clouds, blood on my sneaks

Blade in my hand I cut then feast