Hell For Me (feat. Lambo Griffin)

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Bentley G

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I ain't been getting no sleep The hills I be climbing real steep
But I got a boss up, nigga I ain't weak Stay ten toes down, two feets
I done seen war, niggas want peace Nigga be civil at least
I'm way overboard, stress to the T Watch your mouth, or that's your cheeks
I got a habit of shining on niggas future so bright I might blind me a nigga
I'm with it all so don't try me my nigga Keep it a bean and don't lie to me nigga
what I been through turn blood cold Fifteen, living like grown folks
and my city smell just like gun smoke I want my cousin whip it up like egg yolk
On fire like I need ten bands Why me and Lambo had to rob that man, god damn
Hot life living on demon time I'm not crazy, nor out of my mind
It's just,
Pain, So much pressure
Everything I been through made me a king Treat me like treasure
Being fake like hell for me Being broke, no help for me
Get the bag and then move on Not being me, would be hell for me
life done felt like hell for me Can't leave it in jeopardy
Get the bag and then move on Not being me, would be hell for me
I did the time it was hell for me All of them years in the cell for me
Momma ain't got no more bail for me She ain't supporting my felonies
Back to the pack and the scale for me Hope them ho niggas don't tell on me
Cause I look like money and I smell like weed And I don't f*ck with em so I do not speak
I been on the block, same clothes for a week And I'm shopping this weekend, get sharp like I'm preaching
We celebrating, my niggas is free and We smoking, and drinking, we don't need a reason
That Zaza I'm breathing, might turned to a demon Them shooters had Dracos, the fires the beam
And the target was leaving, got clipped, he was leaning Was all out in public and nobody seen him
If there is a heaven, he needed this evening The trumpet was sounding, the angels were singing
I skiirrrt from the scene and the speakers was banging Blow out the smoke and thank me that I made it
Ask me what happened, was clubbing was faded I ran up a tab and I left when I paid it
The chopper was cutting like it was serrated I hopped in the whip, hit the music and skated
I keep it solid, you keep it gold plated I text back your girl and the chick was a lady
Ride with the king, get your mind elevated Come soak up this game, take it home and replay it
Laugh at the doubters and critics that hate it crabs in a bucket, shit, trying to come up and shit
Keep rolling up and shit, we on some other shit You ain't my brother, you who we ain't fucking with
Pain, So much pressure
Everything I been through made me a king Treat me like treasure
Being fake like hell for me Being broke, no help for me
Get the bag and then move on Not being me, would be hell for me
life done felt like hell for me Can't leave it in jeopardy
Get the bag and then move on Not being me, would be hell for me

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