In The Dark

Bitch, we hang in the dark where the devil them play
Where an angel can't pray, don't nobody get saved
Where you rot in the flames, ain't nobody there to blame
For the shame for the pain for the way that they made you
Stuck up in a rage from the hate that they gave you
Threw dirt on your name for the game
Like a lame they done played you
You look at all this shade that they gave you
You look at what they made you

Stuck up in a bad mood
Runnin' up on me that's a bad move
Bleed with a choppa that's bad nеws
Tell 'em don't speak unless I ask you
And when these bullets spit they ain't gon pass you
Pussy they gon bash through
Have a bitch trippin like she past due
Turn another opp into a tattoo
Ghetto mothafucka 'til they back loose
Still pull that Glock out and blast dude
Left that body still like a statue bleed



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Writer(s): Hearn Bryan Anold
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