DEPTHS OF HELL

Depths of Hell

[Hook]

I was in the depth’s of hell
Often left just pondering why
I couldn’t excel
Cause I’m inconsistent if you couldn’t tell

I’m trapped in the thought of you
I can’t say what I would do
And I can’t tell what I would lose
Cause I’m strung out, no auto-tune

[Verse 1]

These niggas made me back track
Told em you could have that
I was fucking hungry for that layer on that backtrack
Now I got all these niggas on my dick, you couldn’t match that
I needed a spark but now I’m giving you your match back

I’m countin up that paper in my pocket huh
Stackin up my profit huh
Ain’t nothin make me drop it, you ain’t doing shit to stop it huh

And we goin tit for tat ay
And I might whip out that gat ay
So whenever I send shots you better run away, get back ay

[Break]

Brace x20

[Verse 2]

Yeaaa, you better brace for that impact
Chopper it go click clack
They lookin for who did that

Man you can have your bitch back
I been there, I hit that
Man how the fuck you kiss that?
Your bullshit, I miss that

I keep my head high, you lookin for a head-high
Yea you a dead guy, I cut you up like french fries

Got gunners out in LA, got shooters up in Bed-Stuy
You could throw at me your best line, I’m still having my best time

Man fuck this, fuck that, who is he?
Why he thinking he the man or something
I been making my bred, get a band or something
You could hop in that jag or a van or something

And I’m tired of these pussy ass rappers
Got they ass backwards
Fill em up, daggers uh

And I’m letting my hollow tip have em
Shorty might grab em
Want pity? No Adam uh

[Hook]

I was in the depth’s of hell
Often left just pondering why
I couldn’t excel
Cause I’m inconsistent if you couldn’t tell

I’m trapped in the thought of you
I can’t say what I would do
And I can’t tell what I would lose
Cause I’m strung out, no auto-tune