Lighting the Flames of My Own Personal Hell Songtext
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Lighting the Flames of My Own Personal Hell Songtext
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
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Dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don′t run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don′t run for their niggas
We comin′ straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don′t run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain′t killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin′ straight out of the dark, dark
The one pullin' all them robberies
The boy who's born from $carecrow ($carecrow)
Came up from the slums, walking product of the ghеtto
I can′t feel my face but feeling great as the vicе goes
Round and round and pound for pound, life going in a circle
From pentagrams to Instagram, mainstream the 6
Them boys can hate, I got their fate, suck on my dick
AKs all around me, want to die, pick out a stick
Grave been dug, load up a slug, lay him to rest up in a ditch
Niggas ain′t killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin′ straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don′t run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Southside Shorty outside, the late morning
Not a knock, empty out the Glock
Dot in front the .40, turnin′ you into a pourin' 40
Or I'll come up back when you′re poor and 40
Take it how you want, take it as a warning
Don′t ever ignore me (nah)
Hide behind the door, me and the fellars bring the storm
We'll keep it coming (keep it coming)
Mixin′ up milligrams of millimeters, nine in the chamber
Got .30 inside the heater, bloody nose, I smell the reaper
Smoke surrounds my steps, I'm either chokin′ on my breath or reefer
Coughin' ′til my death, I'm eager, leaving all my fans as grievers
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
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Dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don′t run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don′t run for their niggas
We comin′ straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don′t run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain′t killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin′ straight out of the dark, dark
The one pullin' all them robberies
The boy who's born from $carecrow ($carecrow)
Came up from the slums, walking product of the ghеtto
I can′t feel my face but feeling great as the vicе goes
Round and round and pound for pound, life going in a circle
From pentagrams to Instagram, mainstream the 6
Them boys can hate, I got their fate, suck on my dick
AKs all around me, want to die, pick out a stick
Grave been dug, load up a slug, lay him to rest up in a ditch
Niggas ain′t killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin′ straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don′t run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Southside Shorty outside, the late morning
Not a knock, empty out the Glock
Dot in front the .40, turnin′ you into a pourin' 40
Or I'll come up back when you′re poor and 40
Take it how you want, take it as a warning
Don′t ever ignore me (nah)
Hide behind the door, me and the fellars bring the storm
We'll keep it coming (keep it coming)
Mixin′ up milligrams of millimeters, nine in the chamber
Got .30 inside the heater, bloody nose, I smell the reaper
Smoke surrounds my steps, I'm either chokin′ on my breath or reefer
Coughin' ′til my death, I'm eager, leaving all my fans as grievers
Dark, dark
Dark, dark
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com