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Hell

1995

Hip-Hop/Rap

Hell è stato pubblicato il 4 aprile 2025 da Great Day Records/Santa Anna come parte dell'album Here to Stay

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumHere to Stay

Data di uscita4 aprile 2025

EtichettaGreat Day Records/Santa Anna

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM77

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

FattMack

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mckenzie Haynes

Mckenzie Haynes

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Cashmoney AP

Producer

Dylan Hyde

Producer

SMO

Producer

Trevor James

Mixing Engineer

Testi

(AP)

(CashMoneyAP)

(Yur, was goin' on with ya brother?)

Twin

(I'm just callin' you, to let you know I'm proud of ya, you already thought that)

(Time to make your name in the industry)

Appreciate that, my ****, I love you

I ain't did shit yet, I'm 'Here to Stay'

(Before these **** was opps, they was fans)

(Love you too, brother)

(On my mama, don't forget that)

(Fatt)

****, I'm geeked off this Molly

Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party

When a **** get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley

****, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help

I won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up

Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else

Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)

I asked my pastor, "If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?"

These **** hos, they copin' pleas soon as they go to jail

How the fuck you get back on the streets so fast? I know you tellin'

Yeah, yeah, I'll put down the gen, and come beat your ass I know you scared

Yeah, and who really gettin' money and steppin' on shit? Only time gon' tell in the end

Know a **** who pushin' shit under his muscle, now his brother stuck in the pen'

I'm gon' stay on his block for months and go take me a shot and do it again

I grew up watchin' Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun, I'm just like him

Don't give a fuck about this money, these **** be bums, and I'm nothin' like them

And before they was opps, man, these **** was fans, you kill 'em, I got ten bands

I went big, on big, while you **** was playin', look at all this money I ran up

**** hop on the 'net, with a whole lot of TEC

When we see 'em, they never be sayin' nothin'

When we kick in yo' shit in, we gon' leave yo' ass dead, so might as well not say nothin'

****, I'm geeked off this Molly

Clutchin' FN, I'll leave you dead in the party

When a **** get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley

****, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain't never ask for no help

I won't tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up

Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin' else

Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)

I asked my pastor, "If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?"

Written by: Mckenzie Haynes

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