Hell Is Home
Mind has so much pressure
Really want life to be better
Trynna come up but I gotta be Clever
Will I make it never say never Ever
Sick and tired of my 9-5
I would wake up and wanna die
I rather get to the studio and get High
That's the type of shit
We had to do to get by
Stuck in my ways
I don't wanna die
I wanna stay
I smoke blunts like life is ok
Deep inside i am in pain
Stuck working like a slave in a Chain
All I wanna do is breathe
Got tricks up my sleeve
Devil is stuck in my head
Angel telling me don't chase that Bread
Devil telling me he want me Dead
Mota wants to make music instead
Uh
Mota wants to make music Instead
I can't give up I'm in to deep
I can't give up I'm in to deep
In hell we live
I got the grip
I crave the drip
I take a sip
I keep it real
And make the deal
I give y'all chills
I don't pop the pills
In hell we live
I got the grip
I crave the drip
I take a sip
I keep it real
And make the deal
I give y'all chills
I don't pop the pills
Old head in a young body
Spitting facts is my hobby
Taking shots like koby
You is fake not my homie
One eye way illuminate take Over
Black and white
And best believe it's over
Mind has so much pressure
Really want life to be better
Trynna come up but I gotta be Clever
Will I make it never say never Ever
Sick and tired of my 9-5
I would wake up and wanna die
I rather get to the studio and get High
That's the type of shit
We had to do to get by
Stuck in my ways
I don't wanna die
I wanna stay
I smoke blunts like life is ok
Deep inside i am in pain
Stuck working like a slave in a Chain
All I wanna do is breathe
Got tricks up my sleeve
Devil is stuck in my head
Angel telling me don't chase that Bread
Devil telling me he want me Dead
Mota wants to make music instead
Uh
Mota wants to make music Instead
I can't give up I'm in to deep
I can't give up I'm in to deep
In hell we live
I got the grip
I crave the drip
I take a sip
I keep it real
And make the deal
I give y'all chills
I don't pop the pills
In hell we live
I got the grip
I crave the drip
I take a sip
I keep it real
And make the deal
I give y'all chills
I don't pop the pills
Old head in a young body
Spitting facts is my hobby
Taking shots like koby
You is fake not my homie
One eye way illuminate take Over
Black and white
And best believe it's over
Really want life to be better
Trynna come up but I gotta be Clever
Will I make it never say never Ever
Sick and tired of my 9-5
I would wake up and wanna die
I rather get to the studio and get High
That's the type of shit
We had to do to get by
Stuck in my ways
I don't wanna die
I wanna stay
I smoke blunts like life is ok
Deep inside i am in pain
Stuck working like a slave in a Chain
All I wanna do is breathe
Got tricks up my sleeve
Devil is stuck in my head
Angel telling me don't chase that Bread
Devil telling me he want me Dead
Mota wants to make music instead
Uh
Mota wants to make music Instead
I can't give up I'm in to deep
I can't give up I'm in to deep
In hell we live
I got the grip
I crave the drip
I take a sip
I keep it real
And make the deal
I give y'all chills
I don't pop the pills
In hell we live
I got the grip
I crave the drip
I take a sip
I keep it real
And make the deal
I give y'all chills
I don't pop the pills
Old head in a young body
Spitting facts is my hobby
Taking shots like koby
You is fake not my homie
One eye way illuminate take Over
Black and white
And best believe it's over
Mind has so much pressure
Really want life to be better
Trynna come up but I gotta be Clever
Will I make it never say never Ever
Sick and tired of my 9-5
I would wake up and wanna die
I rather get to the studio and get High
That's the type of shit
We had to do to get by
Stuck in my ways
I don't wanna die
I wanna stay
I smoke blunts like life is ok
Deep inside i am in pain
Stuck working like a slave in a Chain
All I wanna do is breathe
Got tricks up my sleeve
Devil is stuck in my head
Angel telling me don't chase that Bread
Devil telling me he want me Dead
Mota wants to make music instead
Uh
Mota wants to make music Instead
I can't give up I'm in to deep
I can't give up I'm in to deep
In hell we live
I got the grip
I crave the drip
I take a sip
I keep it real
And make the deal
I give y'all chills
I don't pop the pills
In hell we live
I got the grip
I crave the drip
I take a sip
I keep it real
And make the deal
I give y'all chills
I don't pop the pills
Old head in a young body
Spitting facts is my hobby
Taking shots like koby
You is fake not my homie
One eye way illuminate take Over
Black and white
And best believe it's over
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Mota
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