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Dead Weight

Unknown Artist·Trap·Dark·English·2:35·146 BPM·🎤 Lyrics· Fully cleared
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Lyrics

Intro

(Yuh)

Underground, baby

(Ay, ay)

No fakes allowed

(Yuh)

Chorus

No love for the fakes, get 'em up out my space (my space)

Came up from the bottom, now I'm settin' the pace (the pace)

Leeches on my name tryna eat off my plate (my plate)

Cut 'em off quick, I don't carry dead weight (dead weight)

No love for the fakes (nope), no love for the snakes (nope)

Smile up in my face but I know what's at stake (at stake)

Real ones with me, we been down since the start (the start)

The rest of 'em scrubs, get 'em out of my heart

Verse 1

Came from the bottom where the rent was a fight

Mama workin' doubles, cold dinners at night

Slept on the floor with my dreams way too big

Now I'm eatin' good, used to scrape for a gig

Every snake in the grass wanna slither my way

Grin up in my face but they switch in a day

Keep my circle small like a wedding-band tight

Trust nobody, that's the code I live by, alright

Chorus

No love for the fakes, get 'em up out my space (my space)

Came up from the bottom, now I'm settin' the pace (the pace)

Leeches on my name tryna eat off my plate (my plate)

Cut 'em off quick, I don't carry dead weight (dead weight)

No love for the fakes (nope), no love for the snakes (nope)

Smile up in my face but I know what's at stake (at stake)

Real ones with me, we been down since the start (the start)

The rest of 'em scrubs, get 'em out of my heart

Verse 2

Grindin' in the dark till the sun start to rise

Turned my pain to a check, watch the doubt in they eyes

Used to count the cracks in the ceiling at night

Now I'm countin' up the bands underneath the spotlight

They ain't show up when a brother was broke

Now they slidin' in the DMs, that's a joke

I remember every face that ain't reach me a hand

So I built it on my own, now I'm takin' my stand

Bridge

(Ay)

Came too far to fold, I been carved out of stone

Took the long way up and I did it on my own

(Yuh)

So keep the same energy you had from the jump

'Cause I don't forget a thing, and I'm done with the runts

Chorus

No love for the fakes, get 'em up out my space (my space)

Came up from the bottom, now I'm settin' the pace (the pace)

Real ones with me, we been down since the start (the start)

The rest of 'em scrubs, get 'em out of my heart

Outro

(Yuh)

No love for the fakes... underground forever

(Ay, ay)

Built it on my own... whatever the weather

Trap · Dark · 146 BPM · 2:35 — dark underground trap, raw and aggressive, raspy gritty male rap vocal, heavy distorted bass, hard intricate trap drums, haunting atmosphere

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