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Made In Hell

You are undecided
I don't wanna fight with you
You just keep on typing
But I can't talk to you, oh no
Talk to you
When you're like this
When you're like this
Weh di bloodclaat do you?

What the fuck girl? Why you fuck me and leave scratches on my back?
You know I pretend to care, emotions slipping through the cracks
In my life, I say whatever, you know Scar don't second guess
I'm the trend-setter 'bout to set the trend again, ha, ha
Games gripped tight in my fist bitch, I ain't letting go, no, ha, ha
Eight years later, pockets fatter then they've ever been
Cash when I think
5 mill' for the keys
Understand I'm breaded
And I ain't even turn thirty yet
Like, when did I get so big?
Fame can kiss on my cheeks
Fuck boys think that they're sick
Never been sicker than me
Pussy you wet like a softy, yeah
I keep my vibe like Itachi, yeah
Shades when I walk in the lobby, yeah
Who in the fuck is gon' stop me? Yeah
Classic flows I been did those, when I'm fed up I get up and ghost
Had the game controlled with the mic in my face spit venom and go
I see triple 6 I'm in hell again
Risked in all my chips and lost the will to do things separate
Stepped inside the gates, I feel the weight, it brought me severance
I don't give a fuck, the shit they say is never relevant
This is my defence, go kill yourself 'cause that's my preference
The afterlife has got me so adventurous
You all criticise through your lenses
But you would swap lives with me in a second
Still working from the crib
Make my bag then I dip
Fuck y'all, I take trips
I ain't in the house all day
On the beach with my bitch
We ain't in here most days
Catch a flight let it hit
God, bitch start some
Bitch, start some
Bitch, start some, what?
God, bitch start some
Bitch, start some
Bitch, start some, what?

You were undecided
I don't wanna fight with ya
You just keep on typing
But I can't talk to you, oh no
I can't talk to you
When you're like this
When you're like this

Late night sitting on your own
I know your lonely babe
Up scrolling through your phone
Why don't you call on me?
Just give me a minute, I'll pull up on you, have you thinking that you was my girl
You know that I'm bad for ya, I'll leave you hurt
Hennessy, I know you're drunk when you're texting me
Girl, I'm surprised that you remember me
We fuck and then act like we enemies
Girl, you really me crazy, you're my remedy
Never told a soul that you lay next to me
I know I'm like your soul, I'm like your ecstasy
I know it's fun to reminisce all about the past but I can't no more

You were undecided
I don't wanna fight with ya
You just keep on typing
But I can't talk to you, oh no
Talk to you, ho, oh
When you're like this
When you're like this

Made In Hell