Getting sick of mothafuckaz acting brave
You won't say shit to me
When I see you on the street, you know it's RD
Ain't saying shit when you see us walking down James St
Yeah you know you gotta keep your fucking mouth shut
What would you say if you could anyway?
You can't count on five fingers the people you can fucking trust
And I ain't shocked at all
Enter the kingdom from which we have come
Come to fuck you up
Don't make me say it again cus you know where we're from
Garden City Terror
Unphased by insanity
I choose to retain my reality
Masters of brutality
Deny your fuckin' reality
Getting sick of mothafuckaz acting brave
You know they ain't sayin shit
Side eyes, clenched fists, bitch we know what it is
And it's all that we'll get