"What's Worse" lyrics
(feat. Cymple Man)
Dear Heavenly Father, why is everyone wearing their armor?
Are the lambs being led to the slaughter?
Why the shepherds are being called martyrs?
Everything's backwards. Praising these athletes and actors erecting a statue of stature.
Just so we know who to call a hero here and who to model our lives after
I am not a factor. I am just a number being skipped by.
I get high, don't matter, just lie
Too used to getting on a blame's armpit high
And your little car's getting hot like a fish fried
We ain't got CI. Didn't even mean Illuminati.
Let's talk about them demons and my parties in your body
She said she'd do anything to ride in my Ferrari
I just told her bow her head while we eat this manicotti
I just want to try change maybe do the white thing
What's in my head got me splittin' like a migraine
Told my dawg that was enough with the mind games
Listen who you preachin' to guess it was a choir thing
I just want to do better than the common man
Put the keys to a new house in my mama hand
Countin' every heartbeat cause the father can't take his soul
From the sonogram to the promised land
Church! Church!
Mama been prayin' for me since birth
Man tryin' to do every little single thing
Wrap up like I'm makin' everything worse
Am I a curse? My saving Grace has been
Write it down, say it in the verse
Or just leave it unsaid till the day that I'm dead
I want you motherfuckers running in the dirt
Tell me what's worse
I came up out of the bed as a baby and knew I was born to slay demons
You cannot play with me, stay out the way from me
I know you pussies are plotting and scheming
I keep a drink with me, leading the way for me
Put all these pussy boys down on their knees
Reason I come for me, murder you comfortably I pop a pussy boy for any reason
I question myself in the morning Like why am I here and am I like my father?
I carry bananas with me if they jumping at me I put rounds through them monsters
You know they could never be me cause there's only one FJ, these dudes are imposters
My barrels be smoking continuously, you would think it's the room for the roster
My pastor would tell me I'm evil. I carry a hatred for people.
And you could never say I'm racist because I be hating everybody equal
I'm bringing my gun and a sepal. I'm already rich, ain't no eagle.
If they say they want it, you know they could get it. I put that glizzy through they teeth, hoe.
Church! Church!
Mama been praying for me since birth
Man trying to do every little single thing
Wrap up it like I'm making everything worse
Am I cursed? My saving grace is then
Write it down say it in the verse
Or just leave it unsaid to the day that I'm dead
I want you motherfuckers running in the dirt
Tell me what's worse
Are the lambs being led to the slaughter?
Why the shepherds are being called martyrs?
Everything's backwards. Praising these athletes and actors erecting a statue of stature.
Just so we know who to call a hero here and who to model our lives after
I am not a factor. I am just a number being skipped by.
I get high, don't matter, just lie
Too used to getting on a blame's armpit high
And your little car's getting hot like a fish fried
We ain't got CI. Didn't even mean Illuminati.
Let's talk about them demons and my parties in your body
She said she'd do anything to ride in my Ferrari
I just told her bow her head while we eat this manicotti
I just want to try change maybe do the white thing
What's in my head got me splittin' like a migraine
Told my dawg that was enough with the mind games
Listen who you preachin' to guess it was a choir thing
I just want to do better than the common man
Put the keys to a new house in my mama hand
Countin' every heartbeat cause the father can't take his soul
From the sonogram to the promised land
Church! Church!
Mama been prayin' for me since birth
Man tryin' to do every little single thing
Wrap up like I'm makin' everything worse
Am I a curse? My saving Grace has been
Write it down, say it in the verse
Or just leave it unsaid till the day that I'm dead
I want you motherfuckers running in the dirt
Tell me what's worse
I came up out of the bed as a baby and knew I was born to slay demons
You cannot play with me, stay out the way from me
I know you pussies are plotting and scheming
I keep a drink with me, leading the way for me
Put all these pussy boys down on their knees
Reason I come for me, murder you comfortably I pop a pussy boy for any reason
I question myself in the morning Like why am I here and am I like my father?
I carry bananas with me if they jumping at me I put rounds through them monsters
You know they could never be me cause there's only one FJ, these dudes are imposters
My barrels be smoking continuously, you would think it's the room for the roster
My pastor would tell me I'm evil. I carry a hatred for people.
And you could never say I'm racist because I be hating everybody equal
I'm bringing my gun and a sepal. I'm already rich, ain't no eagle.
If they say they want it, you know they could get it. I put that glizzy through they teeth, hoe.
Church! Church!
Mama been praying for me since birth
Man trying to do every little single thing
Wrap up it like I'm making everything worse
Am I cursed? My saving grace is then
Write it down say it in the verse
Or just leave it unsaid to the day that I'm dead
I want you motherfuckers running in the dirt
Tell me what's worse
