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skyy phreshh & scottie p of first class music - hell on earth lyrics

[verse 1]

dark lies, dark skies, dark faces…i’m a prince of a menace
kids k!lling kids, just to get attention
weak b-tches getting likes off naked pictures …and cops k!lling n-gg-s?
they purging and raiding our streets with not filters
and robbing in broad day, take his soul or whatever he worth, mothaf—- it’s h-ll on earth!
i k!ll sh-t, bag it up quick sh-t, lil n-gg- whatchu’ doin
you the man, you ain’t sh-t lil n-gg- i’m in the game on the block patrick ewing
say you dope, so dope where the c-ke man betcha can’t tell me whatchu’ moving
i’m on the grind all day can’t sleep like a n-gg- allergic to the moon
i go (skrrrt)
hop in that ghost and go ghost on these n-gg-s
n-gg-s want bread i make toast with these n-gg-s
you can’t watch me, if you had a first cl-ss remote to me n-gg-
streets raging
they purging the city going crazy
robbing in broad day, take is soul or whatever he’s worth
mothaf— it’s h-ll on earth!

[hook]

and we don’t want no favors..
i told momma we gone make it …
n-gg-s can’t hang with us, streets on fire, streets on fire young n-gg-s came with us

[verse 2]

lord forgive me for these sins
but i got a lot of dark within
you don’t got to be good to win…
so i rock jesus juice like the preachers do, let em know that i’m heaven sent
let the story begin
i was broke but that sh-ts past tense
you n-gg-s flex what i spent on my rent
smoking i’m feeling so high, i ain’t never been this high
n-gg-s send shots when they cruise by
f-ck around and call that sh-t a drive-by
f-ck around and roll a blunt and hot box
light a n-gg- up call em tie dye
n-gg-s can’t link with us, i stick to the code like a mothaf— wifi

[hook]

and we don’t want no favors..
i told momma we gone make it …
n-gg-s can’t hang with us, streets on fire, streets on fire young n-gg-s came with us

[verse 3]

needed some motivation
driving down the highway…no destination
thought i’d never trap but its mad hard
bout to sell pack f-ck a day job
gotta stay low cause the feds watching
its a couple snitches on the radar

[hook]

and we don’t want no favors..
i told momma we gone make it …
n-gg-s can’t hang with us, streets on fire, streets on fire young n-gg-s came with us

- skyy phreshh scottie p of first class music lyrics

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