CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sounds Like Hell
Show me where the worst ones go
They goin' try to take my soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show me how it stain my throat
All the worst things I wrote (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Greedy as they got, I still break a lot
They quick to pop when it's caps lock
Dead homies in my spot, wish the world would stop
Don't wanna rot but this all I got
Regrets I copped, guess I learned a lot
Just a flock, y'all the sheep in crop
You a flop bustin' off ya chops
You want the pain, check b*t*h I got lots
Wonder why they hate me, just to rate me
b*t*h don't save me, like it better when they flaky, yuh
Kept to casing, still been daily medicating
My thoughts is aching like It better when they racing, yuh
Show me where the worst ones go
They goin' try to take my soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show me how it stain my throat
All the worst things I wrote (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spit fists, f**kas licks rip, having sips
And catch the fix, And I keep it as stiff as a six inch in her lip
This ain't it, thank my worries for a bit
If he dip, then that's deaded sh*t, put that on my kin
Rather be dead inside myself than poppin' and shoppin'
And coppin' coffins they pushin you in, b*t*hes is flockin'
And mockin', half of my products worth more than pu**y you poppin'
I'm boutta on my own, I never suppress the topic
I speak the obvious, real don't speak on poppin' sh*t
Every chance the copy get, actin like they pockets fit
We seeing more than you expect
Glorifying more than what's been on the check
Holy lord, I been upset
I'm not sure if it's regret
Half the burdens I was kept
Keep me posted on my set
Keep the flesh
You the cause but I bury what I lost, yuh
Why the f**k you get involved, yuh
You the cause but I bury what I lost, yuh
Why the f**k you get involved, yuh
They goin' try to take my soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show me how it stain my throat
All the worst things I wrote (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Greedy as they got, I still break a lot
They quick to pop when it's caps lock
Dead homies in my spot, wish the world would stop
Don't wanna rot but this all I got
Regrets I copped, guess I learned a lot
Just a flock, y'all the sheep in crop
You a flop bustin' off ya chops
You want the pain, check b*t*h I got lots
Wonder why they hate me, just to rate me
b*t*h don't save me, like it better when they flaky, yuh
Kept to casing, still been daily medicating
My thoughts is aching like It better when they racing, yuh
Show me where the worst ones go
They goin' try to take my soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Show me how it stain my throat
All the worst things I wrote (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spit fists, f**kas licks rip, having sips
And catch the fix, And I keep it as stiff as a six inch in her lip
This ain't it, thank my worries for a bit
If he dip, then that's deaded sh*t, put that on my kin
Rather be dead inside myself than poppin' and shoppin'
And coppin' coffins they pushin you in, b*t*hes is flockin'
And mockin', half of my products worth more than pu**y you poppin'
I'm boutta on my own, I never suppress the topic
I speak the obvious, real don't speak on poppin' sh*t
Every chance the copy get, actin like they pockets fit
We seeing more than you expect
Glorifying more than what's been on the check
Holy lord, I been upset
I'm not sure if it's regret
Half the burdens I was kept
Keep me posted on my set
Keep the flesh
You the cause but I bury what I lost, yuh
Why the f**k you get involved, yuh
You the cause but I bury what I lost, yuh
Why the f**k you get involved, yuh
