inferno
Pretty hell
I seen thunderstorms turn into showers of light
Cut my body and it poured a pretty fountain of wine
Salomon Margielas for the mountains I climbed
Let the real stand tall when the cowards'll hide
How these bum muhfuckers say I'm out of my prime
Shit... do it sound like I'm out of my prime?
Said I'm from another planet now I'm outta my mind
I want money and respect but the power's divine
Cut the snakes outta my life, ain't outta my sight
'Cause they lay down, then come around with a bite
I was eighteen dreaming of a powder so white
But it's hard to be clean, when surrounded by crime
Yeah I'm grateful for the fam who never doubted my shine
But don't pray for my soul when I drown in my vice
Think my mamma seen me going out with a knife
Shedding real fucking tears to the sound of her cries
Yeah my bruddas did it all for the love of money
20 dollar meal, six of us we were fucking hungry
Another late night, wonder if my mother love me
Lil sis saw my scars, and they're fucking ugly
Try to crack a smile, it ain't nothing funny
Zia died on Christmas, but I see her in the sun above me
Mamma used to take me out to Vinnies, now
Everything designer you won't see me wearing nothing bummy
I let Rick cover slits, do it really help?
I won't even lie, everybody with me fell
But we got back up, with some gritty tales
I don't spit bars, these are epics that the city tells
I feel like Shyne doing time up in Diddy's cell
Dying in a hospital and nobody had wished me well
So if this is hell, go on give me hell
No hope, just desire in this pretty hell
So if this is hell, go on give me hell
So if this is hell, go on give me hell
So if this is hell, go on give me hell
No hope, just desire in this pretty hell
I seen thunderstorms turn into showers of light
Cut my body and it poured a pretty fountain of wine
Salomon Margielas for the mountains I climbed
Let the real stand tall when the cowards'll hide
How these bum muhfuckers say I'm out of my prime
Shit... do it sound like I'm out of my prime?
Said I'm from another planet now I'm outta my mind
I want money and respect but the power's divine
Cut the snakes outta my life, ain't outta my sight
'Cause they lay down, then come around with a bite
I was eighteen dreaming of a powder so white
But it's hard to be clean, when surrounded by crime
Yeah I'm grateful for the fam who never doubted my shine
But don't pray for my soul when I drown in my vice
Think my mamma seen me going out with a knife
Shedding real fucking tears to the sound of her cries
Yeah my bruddas did it all for the love of money
20 dollar meal, six of us we were fucking hungry
Another late night, wonder if my mother love me
Lil sis saw my scars, and they're fucking ugly
Try to crack a smile, it ain't nothing funny
Zia died on Christmas, but I see her in the sun above me
Mamma used to take me out to Vinnies, now
Everything designer you won't see me wearing nothing bummy
I let Rick cover slits, do it really help?
I won't even lie, everybody with me fell
But we got back up, with some gritty tales
I don't spit bars, these are epics that the city tells
I feel like Shyne doing time up in Diddy's cell
Dying in a hospital and nobody had wished me well
So if this is hell, go on give me hell
No hope, just desire in this pretty hell
So if this is hell, go on give me hell
So if this is hell, go on give me hell
So if this is hell, go on give me hell
No hope, just desire in this pretty hell
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