Weightoven $UICIDEBOY$ & Black Smurf
"Weightoven" by $UICIDEBOY$ and Black Smurf, released in 2018, is a track that blends elements of #HipHop and #Rap. The lyrics delve into themes of depression, substance abuse, and existential struggles, reflecting the artists' raw emotions and experiences. The song features dark, atmospheric beats and heavy bass, creating an intense mood that complements the lyrical content. Its gritty authenticity resonates with listeners, contributing to the underground rap scene's cultural impact, particularly among fans grappling with similar issues.
[Intro: Black Smurf]
Uh-uh
Hust'
Uh-huh
Hust'
Uh-huh
Hust'
Squad
[Verse 1: Black Smurf]
I be like, "fuck the world and everybody in it" sometimes
At times, I feel like I'm alone, like all my friends in my mind
Say Hustle God, got street cred, boy, I never fell off my grind
The most respected in this shit, just to walk in the sky
Could tell if you a foreign, shoot ya from the look in this eye
Maybe if I do bands up, show him a glimpse of that side
My father-side easy to spot, you sparkin', you catch that five
If I burn you, third-degree, you may or may not survive, puss'
[Bridge: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ahh (Uh)
[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Smokin', bitch, I got the same plug as Spit Vicious
24k, fuck off, bitch, yeah, the blunt tastes like gold, it's delicious
Keep on talkin', boy, we know that you's a pussy, you fictitious
Rattin' out a woadie for a bag of silver, you Judas-ish
I do this shit, Hustle Fam ambitious
Slit wrist fistin' bitches
I ain't fresh to death, my death is fresh
I'm so clean, but still got glitches
Diggin' in a grave, bitch, I'm looking for the riches
(Bitch, I'm looking for the riches, yah)
Uh-uh
Hust'
Uh-huh
Hust'
Uh-huh
Hust'
Squad
[Verse 1: Black Smurf]
I be like, "fuck the world and everybody in it" sometimes
At times, I feel like I'm alone, like all my friends in my mind
Say Hustle God, got street cred, boy, I never fell off my grind
The most respected in this shit, just to walk in the sky
Could tell if you a foreign, shoot ya from the look in this eye
Maybe if I do bands up, show him a glimpse of that side
My father-side easy to spot, you sparkin', you catch that five
If I burn you, third-degree, you may or may not survive, puss'
[Bridge: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Ahh (Uh)
[Verse 2: RUBY DA CHERRY]
Smokin', bitch, I got the same plug as Spit Vicious
24k, fuck off, bitch, yeah, the blunt tastes like gold, it's delicious
Keep on talkin', boy, we know that you's a pussy, you fictitious
Rattin' out a woadie for a bag of silver, you Judas-ish
I do this shit, Hustle Fam ambitious
Slit wrist fistin' bitches
I ain't fresh to death, my death is fresh
I'm so clean, but still got glitches
Diggin' in a grave, bitch, I'm looking for the riches
(Bitch, I'm looking for the riches, yah)
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