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Hell

2004

Hip-Hop/Rap

Hell foi lançado em 4 de abril de 2025 por Great Day Records/Santa Anna como parte do álbum Here to Stay

Detalhes da canção

ÁlbumHere to Stay

Data de lançamento4 de abril de 2025

EditoraGreat Day Records/Santa Anna

Melodicidade

Acústica

Valência

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM77

DESCRIÇÃO GERAL

LETRA

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

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

Letra

(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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