Agony - sleepy hallow

Yeah, I had to run up a bag

I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC

Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask

You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass

Look, step your foot up on the gas, I move

First you get done like the last

Chest shots get you left on your back

Look, double and triple the racks

I started off with a grip and a pack

Look, stuffing that clip 'til it max

I’m with it all 'til it’s spinnin' it tight

I get high just to keep me intact

My demon’s callin', said he want me in black

Uh huh, yeah, I’m on top, toupee

You ain’t talkin' money, fuck what you say

I pull out that Glock, you runnin', Usain

I was on that block, yeah, that one-way

We didn’t get you yet, get you someday

We didn’t get you get (Get you someday, get you someday)

Bitch, I’m in the field, tell 'em «come play»

Hit a lick, like I complain

You was in the sun, left me in the rain

But, it’s cool, I was with the gang

I know niggas change, but I ain’t the same

I’m a different man, to the cops I don’t say a thing

See an opp, we gon' let it bang

Yeah, I had to run up a bag

I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC

Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask

You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass

Step your foot up on the gas, I move

First you get done like the last

Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings

I done been through some pain, no healing

He don’t want beef, heard I be drillin'

Ain’t nobody in school

The internet got all the lil' niggas robbin' and killin'

All the shorties is losin' their feelings

You ain’t saving, so she turn into a villain

I can’t even feel pain no more

I was down on my last, was broke, needed cash 'til I got a big bankroll ('Til I

got a big bankroll)

I can’t even feel pain no more

They takin' my niggas to jail, they’re givin' them years

They sendin' them home

Federales don’t leave us alone

They tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone

Got a bag and I got in my zone

I’m King of New York if you wanted a throne

Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they plannin' on fuckin' your hoe (Fuckin'

your hoe)

Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they switchin' them, you never know

Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they plannin' on killin' their own

Yeah, I had to run up a bag

I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC

Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask

You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass

Step your foot up on the gas, I move

First you get done like the last

Step your foot up on the gas, I move

First you get done like the last