Hell on Earth
I ain't scared to die bitch hell on earth
Tell a hater die slow in the dirt
Please don't waste time hoe
I know my worth
I been on my grind so I know what work so
Sex drugs murder
Something you done heard of
Where I'm from we ain't scurried of
Do the hit and skirt offf
Shawty taken her skirt off
Cause he got his money on
From Getting all that work off
Stayed unemployed
He pay his rent and his mamas
What you gone tell that boy
Huh Stay in school
Teacher thought he was fool
They salary now Half his jewels
Duccing oops after class
In his bag got his tool
Fucc tomorrow
That's why his Moto
I ain't scared to die bitch hell on earth
Tell a hater die slow in the dirt
Please don't waste time hoe
I know my worth
I been on my grind so I know what work so
I don't need no one lately
Tween genius and crazy
A 90s baby can you blame me
Smoking on the daily
Making niggaz pay me
For these beats
You must be deaf
If you cant hear this heat
I blank like printer sheets
I'm not a god that's blasphemy
All you rappers scraps to eat
Live from the Westside
Word to the bastard seed
And the broke ballin like a athlete
North Carolina
The clt. We shall proceed
I ain't scared to die bitch hell on earth
Tell a hater die slow in the dirt
Please don't waste time hoe
I know my worth
I been on my grind so I know what work so
Tell a hater die slow in the dirt
Please don't waste time hoe
I know my worth
I been on my grind so I know what work so
Sex drugs murder
Something you done heard of
Where I'm from we ain't scurried of
Do the hit and skirt offf
Shawty taken her skirt off
Cause he got his money on
From Getting all that work off
Stayed unemployed
He pay his rent and his mamas
What you gone tell that boy
Huh Stay in school
Teacher thought he was fool
They salary now Half his jewels
Duccing oops after class
In his bag got his tool
Fucc tomorrow
That's why his Moto
I ain't scared to die bitch hell on earth
Tell a hater die slow in the dirt
Please don't waste time hoe
I know my worth
I been on my grind so I know what work so
I don't need no one lately
Tween genius and crazy
A 90s baby can you blame me
Smoking on the daily
Making niggaz pay me
For these beats
You must be deaf
If you cant hear this heat
I blank like printer sheets
I'm not a god that's blasphemy
All you rappers scraps to eat
Live from the Westside
Word to the bastard seed
And the broke ballin like a athlete
North Carolina
The clt. We shall proceed
I ain't scared to die bitch hell on earth
Tell a hater die slow in the dirt
Please don't waste time hoe
I know my worth
I been on my grind so I know what work so
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Writer(s): Zion Rose
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