[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