Lyrics:
live in hell (hell)
A livin' hell, I'm Hellboy, I live in hell
I let the money dance, the diamond blings all by itself
Without any help, so that
get sunk
We just made one trip, yeah
Give up the money, the monk
Tryna act bad with no grip
You know we go up by one
Feel like Brad Pitt, no, you can't
that I write
Or stay exclusive to my region, that reason got me a bit embarrassed
When my practice was raised on Brad Jordan & Clifford Harris
Andre
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
about me and you
I care about me and you
I care about right and wrong
Yo stop writing that suicide letter
Life will get better gotta push through the bad
live I'm just tryna live, man, I ain't gon' lie
Look me in the eye, see the pain that I hide Livin' this life and I witness
Thru the vessel of my body,
Life, letter by letter
You wanna go to heaven or hell, you tell me
Heaven or hell, heaven or hell
You wanna go to heaven or hell, can you tell me
Heaven
do
or say to me - you let me go and set me free
Go fuck your lives and criticize
Someone new - and may you never think of me - tenderly
Partner Scott
you save us
We running outta patients
But ion know why I still like we live in slavery
Baby I'm running out of patients yeah
Send me a letter through
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak, all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
tangle
Latina on me now she teaching me things like tango
Vibing different I'm straight up like Rambo
Get me a bachelor pad why ya ask
Chill with my fam
As if he would
You didn't send it?
Of course not
What's going on?
You dare to tell me
That this is not the letter you sent?
And what is it that
Close my eyes while aiming aint no stoppin me
My homies kill to live they life
We got no time for frolicking
im selfish yeah
I dont owe nobody no
And I'm still writing these letters
Deep in our memories I'll drown
These letters
I won't send
Don't know why
I still write them
Don't tell me
You love me
Yeah, Amerikaz mothafuckin' Nightmare, bitch
They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga, we right here
Live in the flesh with the Tecs, that never
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
you're not even mine
At all
Another letter lost in the mailbox
Another picture of me and you
Your mom will hide this from you
Your mom keeps telling you
ya (yeah)
About 5'4", my .45 is live (uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge your man by size (uh, yo)
[Chorus]
I'ma do my thang,
matter the cost
Give me a reasons to live, This a reason to live
Why my niggas die young
Give me a reason to live, this is a reason to live
Don’t let my
matter the cost
Give me a reason to live, this a reason to live
Why my niggas die young
Give me a reason to live, this is a reason to live
Don’t let my
Dear darling, this is a letter to you
I know you're protecting me
Or I'd be dead by now
There's no way around it
Dear darling, this is a letter
to live backwards
Before the cars, jewelry, and shows
I was in the trenches with my foes
I was moving forward, they went backwards
Wrote'em letters
bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around, you gon' make me reveal it, ay (tell you somethin' 'bout me
Do you really
Wanna split the future?
Be by my side
As the days
Come and go
We're one step
Away from pleasure
Look in your
Eyes and there's
All I need
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