Backlash - Horus The Astroneer, wastemane

Just came home all the sudden

I mix the drink the wit the bud

And I get this party jumping

I just mean the one in my stomach

I got no one I can trust in

Except the woman I cum in

And now the circle I run in

Is dissipating to fuck it

I got no time for no hoes

I know for a fact

All the time and money spent

Ain’t worth the view from the back

And all the sudden everybody wanna be my tag partner

Lemme tell you motherfuckers yall don’t wanna get me started

I don’t need your support

I do not need the likes

I do not need the listens

They do not cure all the nights

I go without a wink of sleep

No energy

Unnecessary

To try and show you motherfuckers that the strength is beneath

But see I got a few things that one day I wish to achieve

And no amount of baseless art is gunna hinder my feet

From stepping over the bounds and crossing lines and showing you each

I will step on your fucking face should you stand underneath me

Sit alone in this bed

Jack and coke on my breath

In a random city

I can’t remember off my head

Right now but fuck it

I just lost the feeling in my brain

Gon light this joint

And let the thrill of hallucination entertain

I see no point

In chasing after everything that I disdain

But yet I sprint right towards it

Full speed

No concern of my surroundings

Deep inside that is a lie

No matter how I might be sounding

Really I am stuck in the way of caution

Heart in Apprehension

Fear of what I do not understand

Is causing tension

(Verse 2; Wastemane)

Ayo I jump into the Chevy

Got a heavy load of dope up on me

Looking like a zombie

Bloody, roaming, looking for a fix

This is what I do

I whip the Chevy in the back roads

Puffin' on tobacco while I’m rolling up a zip

I got the dope

Yeah, I got the plug

Yeah, I caught a body

Rolled it up inside a rug

Put em in the trunk

Drive the Chevy off a cliff

Bottom of a ditch

Swerving, hurting with the clique

Swerving with the back seat filled

About last week

Rappers keep burning, bitch, please don’t ever ask me

Eyes rolling back into my skull, yuh

I’ve been feeling empty

Yo I’m feeling slumped

Nah, bitch, don’t even tempt me

Rolling up the best

We burn it to a crisp, yuh

Money took a hold of him

It turned him to a bitch

Focused on the payroll

Lacing up the K yo

Playing grand piano while I’m counting up my peso

Gone, feeling like the last man standing

Last man walking, last man stranded

Back stabbing wastemane, last name branded

First name soul taker

Middle name rancid

Ripping up the underground, serve it to the fans

Get it, serve it to the middle man

Took it and he ran with it

Scam living, fans bitching

Homie where the money at?

I don’t take no fan pictures

Show me where the honey’s at