Tell 'Em (Outro)
I be chilling with juggernaut
Looking down on this pain I've brought
Viewing doubt on the brain I've got
Tryna find shit I can't afford
Baby mommas is gon abort
Coz these niggas done cap a lot
They can't have a parental slot
Coz they're busy on hunting thots
Shit goes down when I hit the spot
I ain't bragging but damn dis hot
Ain't nobody gon' say it's not.
Just turn up and go hit a mosh
Give you some of that xan to pop
Feel like shit like you are the Pope
Well don't even ease up your hope
Coz I got you and more on dope.
Well tell me what you got?
Well show me who you've got yeah
When flowers go to rot
Please show me who's your god yeah
Coz I've been through a lot nigga!
Please show me who's your god yeah
Coz I've been through a lot nigga!
Please don't cut the rope
I just need some slope
No don't help me no
I just can not cope
I just need that cone
Its gon' fill my hole
You're gon' kill my zone
You're gon' cut my dope
man just let me go
I ain't playing y'all
I'mma kill myself
I don't give a damn
And yeah this hurts
Least gimme percocets
I'll give you every cent
Get me halucegens
Fuck my intelligence
I don't need excellence
I need some etheren
Violin, nicotine anything everything
Stuck on addiction like it's a tradition
Like all that shit is religion
Got extraditions
All that could help sure preceeds me
Someone please hear this
I need me some cookies and rupees.
But screw it man
I need a thrill to confuse me
Don't need some meds to compute me
Only a pill to consume me
So what I feel can pop through me
So all these chills don't confuse me
Till all that kills can't subdue me.
Don't even care if its foolish
If I go sober I'll lose it
Get me a ride on that music
I know I'm abusive
And never submissive
But trust me I'm trying
To keep it exclusive
The anger conducive
My rage indecisive
Coz my brain can't pick if
Its words or my fists that are active
Its awfully convulsive
I just can not stop it
I'm human but I think I've lost it
I need help but my soul has some pride to hide this
I hope that it ain't late for y'all to realize it
But help me I'm dying.
I ain't no bitch and you can go tell em
I ain't no snitch and you can go tell em
I ate your bitch and you can go tell her
I be Rap lee and you can go tell em
Ate all the greens like they be nutella
Fairy godparent to these timmy turners
Don't come too close we got fire burners
Cut me a corner I'll give you a header
I ain't no bitch and you can go tell em
I ain't no snitch and you can go tell em
I ate your bitch and you can go ask her
I be Rap lee and you can go tell em
Ate all the greens like they be nutella
Fairy godparent to these timmy turners
Don't come too close we got fire burners
Cut me a corner I'll give you a header
I ain't no bitch and you can go tell em
I ain't no snitch and you can go tell em
I ate your bitch and you can go tell her
I be Rap lee and you can go tell em
Ate all the greens like they be nutella
Fairy godparent to these timmy turners
Don't come too close we got fire burners
Cut me a corner I'll give you a header
Looking down on this pain I've brought
Viewing doubt on the brain I've got
Tryna find shit I can't afford
Baby mommas is gon abort
Coz these niggas done cap a lot
They can't have a parental slot
Coz they're busy on hunting thots
Shit goes down when I hit the spot
I ain't bragging but damn dis hot
Ain't nobody gon' say it's not.
Just turn up and go hit a mosh
Give you some of that xan to pop
Feel like shit like you are the Pope
Well don't even ease up your hope
Coz I got you and more on dope.
Well tell me what you got?
Well show me who you've got yeah
When flowers go to rot
Please show me who's your god yeah
Coz I've been through a lot nigga!
Please show me who's your god yeah
Coz I've been through a lot nigga!
Please don't cut the rope
I just need some slope
No don't help me no
I just can not cope
I just need that cone
Its gon' fill my hole
You're gon' kill my zone
You're gon' cut my dope
man just let me go
I ain't playing y'all
I'mma kill myself
I don't give a damn
And yeah this hurts
Least gimme percocets
I'll give you every cent
Get me halucegens
Fuck my intelligence
I don't need excellence
I need some etheren
Violin, nicotine anything everything
Stuck on addiction like it's a tradition
Like all that shit is religion
Got extraditions
All that could help sure preceeds me
Someone please hear this
I need me some cookies and rupees.
But screw it man
I need a thrill to confuse me
Don't need some meds to compute me
Only a pill to consume me
So what I feel can pop through me
So all these chills don't confuse me
Till all that kills can't subdue me.
Don't even care if its foolish
If I go sober I'll lose it
Get me a ride on that music
I know I'm abusive
And never submissive
But trust me I'm trying
To keep it exclusive
The anger conducive
My rage indecisive
Coz my brain can't pick if
Its words or my fists that are active
Its awfully convulsive
I just can not stop it
I'm human but I think I've lost it
I need help but my soul has some pride to hide this
I hope that it ain't late for y'all to realize it
But help me I'm dying.
I ain't no bitch and you can go tell em
I ain't no snitch and you can go tell em
I ate your bitch and you can go tell her
I be Rap lee and you can go tell em
Ate all the greens like they be nutella
Fairy godparent to these timmy turners
Don't come too close we got fire burners
Cut me a corner I'll give you a header
I ain't no bitch and you can go tell em
I ain't no snitch and you can go tell em
I ate your bitch and you can go ask her
I be Rap lee and you can go tell em
Ate all the greens like they be nutella
Fairy godparent to these timmy turners
Don't come too close we got fire burners
Cut me a corner I'll give you a header
I ain't no bitch and you can go tell em
I ain't no snitch and you can go tell em
I ate your bitch and you can go tell her
I be Rap lee and you can go tell em
Ate all the greens like they be nutella
Fairy godparent to these timmy turners
Don't come too close we got fire burners
Cut me a corner I'll give you a header
Credits
Writer(s): Sandile Mdunge
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