Baker Ya Maker
Thoughts of Pain
[Verse 1: BAKER]
Taste the fear
The smell it grows
Evil hides inside of my mind has evoked
Demons rise in the night
Ain't here to cause a fray
Bringin terror with no error
Doomset
Taking lifes the game
This is what you claim
You weak in a hustle
That shit you do is lame
I back what you lack so you bustas can't hang
[?] wack and all sound the same
They just some lesser hoes
Greatness lies deep in my soul
But darkness will not let me go
So embrace it and see what shows a man
Born scared of a thing
The days of my pastors whats made me insane
You bitches be hopin
You bustas be chokin
My straightest provoken
Now ive been awoken
Deep underneath lays the proph(ecy) that is believed
Evil forces making choices
Fueled by money hate and greed
These are the needs
Necessities these bills is what this stressin means
So i smoke another stick of phonk and drift away till im not seen
A being that sees no hope to me
The future seems so cold
I phase away those thoughts of pain and fall into my chronic zone
Ain't scared alone
I thrive in silence
Fear no man i raise the violence
Feel the pressure
Stormy weather into hinder bakers mindset
[Verse 2: CP97]
Call me up long as[?]
[?]
I ain't gonna say some stupid shit
Just to make a fuckin banger
Brain being fucked from the 25 high
I ain't gonna lie
I been stressin bout my time to die
I wonder why
Cause im smokin heavy just to get some peace of mind
No matter what the time of the section fill the greens [?]
More fame than they believe
Never claim if you wanna try stepping
Bitch you know the lord came