[Werd]
Yo It's Werd and I'm back in the sh*t scene
Little bitch 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 bitch 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 pass
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