Hell on Earth
The flow is straight Vesuvius
It's crazy how I'm doing this
I've been doing this for about a year
So homie I ain't really new to this
With the sauce how I'm straight oozin it
Beta get back like you're ludacris
I ain't never losing it
Numba one spot why the cluelessness
Im a straight assassin
Pick the biggest guy and smack em
I ain't scared of shit
So let's get straight to clappin
Can't be fucking with my faction
Homie this ain't actin
Got an itch for bars
Straight allergic reaction
Devil on earth
Walking with a swagger
Say you spit bars
But your opinion doesn't matter
Blow up or die
So I would choose the latter
Can't take more guala
Bc my wallet can't get fatter
It's a dangerous game you're playin
I think it goes without saying
I gotta few homies who don't talk
And who would rather get to spraying
Run it like a dodger
Got this from my father
The confidence, the charm
And I still got more to offer
I was put to test
Haters I put em to rest
Knew I was a god
And I still haven't even been blessed
Not to say I'm not fortunate
To quit now would be unfortunate
Fuck the fire boy
I took this track and now I'm torchin it
After trying to ignore all this
How you gon score on this?
You couldn't score a point
You ain't Kyrie Irving bitch
Blew up before I grew up
Some say I'm a screw up
Only 20 years old
And you know I got my crew up
It's crazy how I'm doing this
I've been doing this for about a year
So homie I ain't really new to this
With the sauce how I'm straight oozin it
Beta get back like you're ludacris
I ain't never losing it
Numba one spot why the cluelessness
Im a straight assassin
Pick the biggest guy and smack em
I ain't scared of shit
So let's get straight to clappin
Can't be fucking with my faction
Homie this ain't actin
Got an itch for bars
Straight allergic reaction
Devil on earth
Walking with a swagger
Say you spit bars
But your opinion doesn't matter
Blow up or die
So I would choose the latter
Can't take more guala
Bc my wallet can't get fatter
It's a dangerous game you're playin
I think it goes without saying
I gotta few homies who don't talk
And who would rather get to spraying
Run it like a dodger
Got this from my father
The confidence, the charm
And I still got more to offer
I was put to test
Haters I put em to rest
Knew I was a god
And I still haven't even been blessed
Not to say I'm not fortunate
To quit now would be unfortunate
Fuck the fire boy
I took this track and now I'm torchin it
After trying to ignore all this
How you gon score on this?
You couldn't score a point
You ain't Kyrie Irving bitch
Blew up before I grew up
Some say I'm a screw up
Only 20 years old
And you know I got my crew up
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Hamilton
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