Complex Capacity

I'm just a heathen, always screaming how the fuck am I stuck?

It's me fiending for love that got me addicted to drugs

So now I'm fighting off the feeling, feeling like I'm never enough

Now my four swords swinging better keep your neck tucked

Bitch, I'm cursed with bad luck

Put in work doing dirt

We forever slum plush

Still I burn, never learn, now I'm always fucked up

And it really fucked up everything been fucked up man I guess

I fucked up fucked up I just love to fuck sluts fuck sluts

Still I rather do drugs do drugs Born dead cause this life too much

More product, more money, more risk

Fuckin' bad bitches with a bust down on my wrists

I'm finna ball out, I need no assist

And I look so fly in this new Gucci fit

I cannot lie, I hate a selfish bitch

The kind that leads you on just to leave you sick

Who claimed to do no wrong, but she suckin' another stick

Who the fuck do you think she texts after six?

The moment you're gone, she's sending homeboy pics

Even your mom felt there's something wrong with this

So you confront a hoe, she respond, it's what it is

Now you can't separate a woman from a bitch

Dogging on a slut in a whip off a fifth

Take caution when it comes to loving a chick

Cause you never know when a bitch finna switch

You'll catch us sideways, wonder why she ran a blitz

Well aware of every risk to swing a fist

Not a care in the world to get a grip

I love slipping in some lips

I don't kiss, I don't kiss

Flip a brick and load a bowl

And flick a bic and start to twist inhale a hit

Now I'm lit forever stay pissed be the motto and the clique

Let's hit it lick and money quick

All profit, split, don't try to be slick

That's how you get your neck slit

Four swords is now legit, HvzBin for a minute, get the gist

I'm a kick door specialist, we smash and take the shit

Shout out my cousin BZ, baby, he just got bit, I steal his bar

But I also kill for cuz on crip (On CRIP)

Never again will I leave the house without a stick

Never again will I condemn a man for doing as he wish

I'm the kind of man to go fuck on the opps Sis

Like you wanna talk shit, watch this

I swim in the pussy like the Scotland's lochness

And I walk on a whore like I'm stomping boxes

More product, more money, more risk

Big bags of the blues, homie, I'ma be rich

HvzBin, you finna go and get yours too

It's Four Swords Productions, we run the game

Four Swords Productions, pop out the blue

We finna go pop, pop, pop, out, at who

Any motherfucker treating us as if we fools

Many punks watching us right now

Knowing exactly how we move

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