Rope
If it ain't 'bout the tears you drop
I hope that the devil will erase the pain
I hope that's my mission there's no contradictions
I hope that my business won't blow up my brain
I hope that my fellas will feeling the same
Fuck all these labels, I'm making my name
I'm telling my dreams, I'm selling my fate
I'ved killed my heart for a minute of fame
I'ved spread all my blood on my lines with my hands
I'm countin' my days, I'm waiting the end
I hope that my millions don't drives me insane
I hope that my bullets won't blow up my brain
Too many people are chasing their plans
They dreaming about when they cleaning the lanes
They counting the cups, they hiding their games
Stuck on their path, they still feeling the same
They beggin' me now, so what can I do?
If I sing 'bout death I'll be breaking the rules
Singin' 'bout love won't pays me with jewels
It's hard to get and I ain't have no clues
Think back to the fact, I'm breaking my bars
My heroes they're dead, so I rap to the stars
Oh lord I won't pray, I'm healing my scars
That's my doorway, I'll be back to my spot
That's what I got, I'ved called a lot
So let's get started, she won't pay for my thoughts
And that's my last shot, believe it or not
Get out of my head, get out of my thoughts
How many times you'ved been pray to God
He's doesn't answer who's wait
How many times you said thank you lord
Even that your life doesn't worth the faith
If it ain't 'bout the tears you drop
I hope that the devil will erase the pain
I hope that's my mission there's no contradictions
I hope that my business won't blow up my brain
My head will be twisted, I'm keeping my distance
The way I've been drinking won't erase the pain
I hope that you're hearing, 'cause bitch I'll be trippin'
I will light my two cells that have left on my brain
Think back to the fact, I'm breaking my bars
My heroes they're dead, so I rap to the stars
Oh, Lord I won't pray, I'm healing my scars
That's my doorway, I'll be back to my spot
That's what I got, I'ved called a lot
So let's get started, she won't pay for my thoughts
And that's my last shot, believe it or not
Get out of my head get the fuck out of my thoughts
I hope that the devil will erase the pain
I hope that's my mission there's no contradictions
I hope that my business won't blow up my brain
I hope that my fellas will feeling the same
Fuck all these labels, I'm making my name
I'm telling my dreams, I'm selling my fate
I'ved killed my heart for a minute of fame
I'ved spread all my blood on my lines with my hands
I'm countin' my days, I'm waiting the end
I hope that my millions don't drives me insane
I hope that my bullets won't blow up my brain
Too many people are chasing their plans
They dreaming about when they cleaning the lanes
They counting the cups, they hiding their games
Stuck on their path, they still feeling the same
They beggin' me now, so what can I do?
If I sing 'bout death I'll be breaking the rules
Singin' 'bout love won't pays me with jewels
It's hard to get and I ain't have no clues
Think back to the fact, I'm breaking my bars
My heroes they're dead, so I rap to the stars
Oh lord I won't pray, I'm healing my scars
That's my doorway, I'll be back to my spot
That's what I got, I'ved called a lot
So let's get started, she won't pay for my thoughts
And that's my last shot, believe it or not
Get out of my head, get out of my thoughts
How many times you'ved been pray to God
He's doesn't answer who's wait
How many times you said thank you lord
Even that your life doesn't worth the faith
If it ain't 'bout the tears you drop
I hope that the devil will erase the pain
I hope that's my mission there's no contradictions
I hope that my business won't blow up my brain
My head will be twisted, I'm keeping my distance
The way I've been drinking won't erase the pain
I hope that you're hearing, 'cause bitch I'll be trippin'
I will light my two cells that have left on my brain
Think back to the fact, I'm breaking my bars
My heroes they're dead, so I rap to the stars
Oh, Lord I won't pray, I'm healing my scars
That's my doorway, I'll be back to my spot
That's what I got, I'ved called a lot
So let's get started, she won't pay for my thoughts
And that's my last shot, believe it or not
Get out of my head get the fuck out of my thoughts
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