From The Cut

Lyrics

[Verse] Uh, first things first I'm from PG (Yeah) Weirdos get put in the cut, evidently First one to break out like bad acne (Ugh) Excuse me, while you call me a pain like a bad knee (Ooh) I told myself I wouldn't fit in this shit (Never) Look around and back at me with all this anger and dip Back in the closet like a bitch who never havin' their way Stabbing themselves a couple times so all their matters can stay (Uh) Blood all over the floor, where the tampons go? (Uh) Burn the house to the ground, we're going camping today Fuck manners, you don't understand what I have to say Anyway, make money, stab a bitch with a blade, okay I had enough of this Mac nigga for one track Still can't rap, putting words together with a match (Nah) Always talks about stabbing bitches and suicide (Yeah) You can't rep Prince George with that (Uh) Too bad, I wish I had a similar story (Really?) Instead of fucked-up minds and opposite glories (Really?) Adore me, like a bad trip, ignore me I'm just a different kind of nigga in your world, bih' (True) Can't blame me, look at this mess, I want a syringe Put minds to devil effect (Damn) Unimportant little shit, now he claims he the best Breaking necks by the barrel, make a terrible death "He needs a therapist, Mac is not a lyricist" "Making petty bars, sit down, drink your medicine" I thought honesty was the best policy you can shake (Ha) Hypocritical, faggot fuckers, turn around as I say, see, smell, touch, taste Guess I'm full of the shit Never cool inside the school 'cause the kids were a bitch Rejection is my best friend, always sucking my dick Then depression came along, goddamn, she was thick [Chorus] Never had a fucking friend until I started making beats All you fuckers fake, and you carry a disease Nevermind me, I'm sick as can be Born In VA, raised in MD Never had a fucking friend until I started making beats (Nah) All you fuckers fake, and you carry a disease Nevermind me, I'm sick as can be Born In VA, Raised in MD