HALLELUJAH (feat. SLiM STEELO)

Kill em all, dead bodies in the hallway
I got a fuckin problem, what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, Hallelujah
Now they say you different since the last time they knew ya
Came up with a resolution all without a new year
It's so HD, contributions to the ruler
In the stu with JD, really focused on the mula
Fuck you pay me, or you'll respect the shooter

Straight pollution in the whip, see me smokin green bazookas
Call it art of war, the Carter 4 got me in route to do ya
A pompadour to bullshit they bringing thru computers
And a commodore to sink ships, you better get to scuba
Just made a wave that could go and sink Aruba
And I might go hit the jeweler, but not the father of Judah
My credit so bad, I can't even get a wallet chain
Tryna lease a whip with some lint and some pocket change
See saw, I been comfortable and piss poor
Running with a mob, dodging devils with the pitchforks
Hollerin at God, sayin tell me what I'm in for
He said stop being a bitch, go and get more
Fuck a truce, you love battles go and wage war
Motherfuck leaving them alive, they wanna take yours
Talkin' shit till they see me in the graveyard
All I see is dead people, I know that you ain't hard
Hate y'all, oh you fighting demons, I'm the main card
Face scarred, glass in my face, hit the brakes hard
Takin' every wallet like I went and pulled a race card
Jumping every fence like, you get it
Tried to end my life, but I'm afraid of commitment
Once I saw the knife, the pistol told me come get me
Then I thought how like, these pussies want me to sink quick
Not without a fight, I'm throwing fists with my wrists slit
Fuck a beef I turn these clowns into brisket
With a side of fuck you, you cornball biscuit
I been in the kitchen just tryna get you to listen
Y'all follow and swallow but you ain't getting on this dick

Kill em all, dead bodies in the hallway
I got a fuckin' problem, what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, Hallelujah
Funny how a couple dollars make you wish I knew ya

You never heard a beat this twisted since Yeezy huh
Fake niggas have the best sense of humor bruh
Turn they back on you, you thought that was your homie huh
Far from the truth, can't let a nigga damage you
Trick me once, can't get me twice
Feast your eyes like poltergeist
Been fed so many false advice, blocked the noise just stay outside
Pissin off these niggas, not knowing which pot I pissed in
Packing so much punches, could uppercut Sonny Liston
Listen, keep my toes down till I'm sprinting
All the black children; be who you wanna be
Careful who you with, many niggas not a friend of me
Take care of your circle, make sure they matching your energy
Don't forget to drop a comment when you checking me out
Money hide like Money Heist, don't needa flex man I'm out



Credits
Writer(s): Ozzy Apollo
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