Agony Songtext
von Sleepy Hallow

Great John on the beat, by the way

Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn′t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass
Look, step your foot up on the gas, I move first you, get done like the last

Chest shots getcha left on your back
Look, double and triple the racks
I started off with a grip and a pack
Look, stuffing that clip 'til it max
I′m with it all 'til it's spinnin′ it tight

I get high just to keep me intact
My demon′s callin', said he want me in black
Uh-yeah, I′m on top, toupee
You ain't talkin′ money, fuck what you say
I pull out that Glock, you runnin', Usain
I was on that block, yeah, that one-way
We didn′t get you yet, get you someday
We didn't get you get (get you someday, get you someday)


Bitch, I'm in the field, tell ′em come play
Hit a lick, like I complain
You was in the sun, left me in the rain
But it′s cool, I was with the gang
I know - change, but I ain't the same
I′m a different man, to the cops I don't say a thing
See an opp, we gon′ let it bang

Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last

Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings
I done been through some pain, no healing
He don′t want beef, heard I be drillin'
Ain't nobody in school
The internet got all the lil′ niggas robbin′ and killin'
All the shorties is losin′ their feelings
You ain't saving, so she turn into a villain

I can′t even feel pain no more
I was down on my last, was broke needed cash, 'til I got a big bankroll
(′Til I got a big bankroll)
I can't even feel pain no more
They takin' my - to jail, they′re givin′ them years, they sendin' them home


Federal don′t leave us alone
They tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone
Got a bag and I got in my zone
I'm King of New York if you wanted a throne

Them - ain′t really your bro
They plannin' on fuckin′ your hoe (fuckin' your hoe)
Them - ain't really your bro, they switchin′ them, you never know
Them - ain′t really your bro, they plannin' on killin′ their own

Yeah, I had to run up a bag
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last

(Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last)