Earth for Myself lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Statz]
I'mma kill it with rhythm, who asks
Spittin' this sh*t be different, I spit with all of my killers
They're hitters, who'll have you missin'
I'm livin', constantly leakin' it in my heart
This sh*t start for tryin' to figure out who the f*ck been talkin' with missiles
In the back of the whip, strappin' some sh*t
Ain't nobody rappin' like this, 'cause Statz is a prick
Women tell me that I'm a di*k
But I'm not a pus*y ass b*tch who which you're mothaf*cka
Sellin' your soul to get rich
Like you a G, but you ain't me, could never be
What the f*ck you think this is? The sh*t ain't free
The sh*t ain't you, because the sh*t is me
It's Earth for Myself, this sh*t's for no one else
No where help, so f*ck it, now no one sells
You're rollin' out, they're smokin' now
Only time will tell, if you let the time tell itself
Because I'm back for revenge with the vengeance
You could be dead, crashed in the Lex
Since I have enough cash that I could take my ass to Texas
And eat breakfast, but sh*t, I'm havin' sex first
This the end of the world, end of the Earth
I don't think you understand, but you can laugh at my verse
It's only gonna get worse, man, all of you b*tches are cursed
With my Fampires, I lurk in the shadows
Watchin' over the plateau
Mothaf*ckas drownin' in the water, there's UFOs
Animals eat mothaf*ckas, sharks on the coast
Wiping these mothaf*ckas clean, they all gotta go
Get 'em the f*ck outta here, get 'em out the game
The way it is now, sh*t ain't clean, sh*t ain't okay
You could hope and pray that tomorrow will be a better day
But I don't see that happenin' with ISO, from the f*ckin' birth!
[Verse 2: King ISO]
Yeah, ISO
My cerebellum is Devilish, never let him in
Now that's one hell of a metaphor, I can tell a friend
And for the record, you infected soon as this record spins
Yo', I ain't ever been ethical, I can sell a sin
I witnessed demonic fellowship, then I fell within
They held the man in the set that they compelled us in
To let it be medicine, well some might have to see him
Then they get to tellin' me I'm him, bring the medic in
Betray my every trick I pass, so I deader friends
Surface of sediments, it is definin' my sedimen
My soul is dormant, within me, they resurrect the pen
Yo', never talk about Hell, 'fore you ain't never been
It's crazy how eloquent it is to be negative
[?] but they hella rich
My third eye got the twin, wrote to the president
Since I've been walkin', they been tryin' to kill me ever since
I remember I ain't have sh*t
Had a bunch of homies that was sufferin'
Now they hear me yellin' "Brainsick!"
And lost all of my n*ggas now because of it
n*ggas throwin' deals that they get up for some funny sh*t
They wanna change a n*gga, take his money, keep his publishin'
Then f*ck around and have a n*gga out, they on some other sh*t
And tryin' to sell a n*gga, fake quicker than the covenant
Suck a di*k
I'm in the mode, I load a gun and spit, f*ck the government
Whatever you don't give a f*ckin' b*tch, fricken blood equipped
Whenever you and any one you b*tches n*ggas runnin' with
Takin' a number two and f*ckin' p*ssin' on your f*ckin' lips
n*ggas hatin' on me, but I bet they b*tches lovin' it
Suckin' my di*k when he ain't around, they quote me and babblin'
I'm pickin' it with my B dawgs, we be like "woof"
And get to barkin' at anybody that really want this sh*t
[Verse 3: JL B. Hood]
When they hear that I'm working on new sh*t n*ggas devastated
There ain't nothing you can do with a n*gga that's dedicated
Never ever said that I'm never trying to find a fine edit
I comply to split at your neck and leave it separated
Somebody tell me that I give em the wickedest vibe
Put on a burnt and really show em the sinister side
Not giving a f*ck where we going in for [?]

[Hook: Yung Statz]
I'm in this Earth for myself, I don't need nobody help
I can do this sh*t myself, f*ck everyone else
I'm f*cking up everything in my path, and I'm doing it well
You can go to Hell, I'mma go to Heaven
When I'm down, look in my eyes and you can see my passion rappin'
Me and the OGs take affirmative action
Blastin', shoot through all you cabbage patch kids
Leave you lookin' alone, matchin' Statz' a disaster for you
I burn the world, and there's nothin' you can do
Damned you, you should've just listened
You wouldn't have got whipped by the pistol handle
And burnt with gasoline and a candle
Violin, matchin' shirt, get your foot hit in your sandals
Cursed by the wealth itself
It's been years, and still no wealth, I'm out on the shelf
These mothaf*ckas'll never understand
This is Earth for myself
[Verse 4: Mister Hyde]
ISO, dawg, this sh*t's bananas
Goddamn, now I gotta go and give it the damage
I came for you mothaf*ckas saying I don't
Losers saying I won't, no one saying a joke
Nobody laughing at anything you be saying, like no
No not at all, get up out here, go
Get the f*ck up out of my face
I don't even wanna know what you got comin' out
What you gotta knock 'em out
Only took me a second, so what you got? Shut your mouth
Don't talk that sh*t, these bars are Rice Krispies
The block comin' down, spittin' heat right now
What it is? I'm ahead my time, I'm gettin' mine
Within the mind, divine, f*ck a 9 to 5
But I'll go 95 on 995
Or in a 55, drivin' by so fast I think I could fly
Mister Hyde in his prime, never mind, I'm on the grind
Not worried about the time, realize real lies relies and relying
Reprising the role, being disguised to the blind
I recognize, as we rise, people run for they lives
It's takin' over the world, like its blue, da ba dee da ba di
I swear to god, never no one is as wicked as I
Up the ladder, I'll climb to another level with my
Sick and twisted game, I'm livin' life
I'm bred like this, I'm built to bring this lab
Won't spit no one else' type sh*t, hell yeah, I say this proud
We guaranteed hype sh*t, sure enough to move these crowds
Me and Statz, just two white kids
But nothin' callin' common, we slayin' the mic, we puttin' it down

[Verse 5: D-loc the Gill God]
(gilla!)
Wouldn't be giving a f*ck they coming in the back and they grabbing a mac and they coming up with the 9mm busting
f*cking around with my n*ggas we coming through busting leave em with a concussion
We don't give a f*ck as we jumping them (kill em!)
Imma murder any n*gga that swallow the (?) b*tch ass won't want it my n*gga
Killin em up with the semi they knowing the pain, my n*ggas be coming on n*ggas
Cause they making a go and picking a hole with the 9mm we popping on n*ggas
I don't be giving a f*ck they go with the pack taking hit on my n*ggas
Lyrically I'm called hysterical lyrically a terrorist embarassing n*ggas
Burying these n*ggas that be thinking that they ready for this n*gga
I'm guillotine chopping these n*ggas' hands off we leaving em cherishing
n*gga be coming to grip it n*gga be coming to flippin n*gga be coming and dip in delivery
n*gga that drop a n*gga in the river
n*gga be talking that sh*t cause all of my n*ggas are straight killers
We don't be giving a f*ck cause all of my n*ggas just be off in the villa

[Verse 6: Yung Statz]
To get with us, you know you gotta spit the right sh*t
To spit with us, you know you gotta get a tight grip
Of the world, to control some sh*t
That's like this before I go and deal with it, I take a nice hit
Then I go back to work, so go back to church, go back and forth
Mothaf*ckas wanna hit me but won't come forth
They say they get money, but won't show for it
So here's the show, fool

[Hook: Yung Statz]
I'm in this Earth for myself, I don't need nobody help
I can do this sh*t myself, f*ck everyone else
I'm f*cking up everything in my path, and I'm doing it well
You can go to Hell, I'mma go to Heaven
When I'm down, look in my eyes and you can see my passion rappin'
Me and the OGs take affirmative action
Blastin', shoot through all you cabbage patch kids
Leave you lookin' alone, matchin' Statz' a disaster for you
I burn the world, and there's nothin' you can do
Damned you, you should've just listened
You wouldn't have got whipped by the pistol handle
And burnt with gasoline and a candle
Violin, matchin' shirt, get your foot hit in your sandals
Cursed by the wealth itself
It's been years, and still no wealth, I'm out on the shelf
These mothaf*ckas'll never understand
This is Earth for myself