Blade Fordge (feat. Mach-Hommy)

The end's approachin', standin' over there, enemies toastin'

With little to no emotion, I'm goin' out chosen

Done it with no promotion, you'll watch the hypnosis

Fiends stay overdosin' while income grosses

The anger and the misery, danger in your memory

Need more artillery 'cause **** is out

They wanna put holes in your confidence to trigger the doubt

So I study the ins and outs to make bigger amounts

It's hard to figure out and separate that line, I'll line up

It never stops, I bake the cake and throw it in a knot

To keep me rollin' in the drop, my chest is on the rocks

With necklaces I rock, keep workin' and never hold your spot

I hold it down with the golden sound

I was goin' down, there's plenty dough to go around

Behold the sound, what was lost was found

If you ain't know about it then, you gon' know it now

I hold it down with the golden sound

I was goin' down, there's plenty dough to go around

Behold the sound, what was lost was found

If you ain't know about it then, you gon' know it now

Boy, flip you like bipolar depression, closed session

And we clip you like a rhyme with no compression, no question

Boy, I'll break you like a shot with no direction, no flexin'

I'll miss you like a mop with no messes, close second

I'll hit you like a thot, no contraceptive, no legend

Boy, I'll hit you like your pop without the lecture, no pressure

I'll hit you like a cop without the extra, no extra

Uh, no extras

I'll hit you like a all-white jury, max sentence

Boy, I'll flip you like some hard whites, you feel me? That's eh-eh

That shit don't got no fog lights, you feel me? That's dented

If it don't come out at y'all, I don't really like twistin'

**** bitchin' 'cause bitches like dissin'