Hallelujah (feat. Ron G)

(Intro)

(Ron G)

Turn me up a lil bit more

Aight

Fukk Pigg again

A crazy world that we living in

Gotta watch out for yo family, including ya closest friends

And keep yo grass low to catch them snakes tryna slither in

Surrounded by the fake s***, got away, wasn’t fittin’ in, let me fill you in

These n**** talkin’ bout they hood, but they really not

And talkin’ bout they robbin’ n****, and they hittin’ spots

And actin like they gang gang, and they totin’ glocks

Postin’ stops, got these old heads scared to set up shop

N**** rather catch a body than to get some wealth

These n**** jumpin’ off porches way before they takin’ steps

Well s*** I skipped a couple, and I’m ballin’ out, triple doubles

I’m overcoming the struggle, these n**** respect the hustle

**** grindin’ just to cop a belt, see I’m grindin’ til it’s nothin’ left,

Whippin’ til that m**** oven melt

Pitchin’ til the sun collapse, yeah

It’s that Hell’s kitchen, n****, and you lookin’ at the master chef, Hallelujah

(WunTayk Timmy)

Yeah

Hallelujah

You think ima coward do ya?

I feel it, more power to ya

I suit up, I’m bouta go teach a ****

“Howard U” ya

You need it? I brought it to ya

She blabber, I gotta mute her

You yabba, I dabba doo ya, Ugh

Gotta do ya dirty, Zaza Pachulia, Ugh

Two 27’s, you get ya flowers, put two in ya, Ugh

Lollapalooza, they crowded around the shooter

It’s so hard to do a challenge when s*** ain’t a challenge to ya, Ugh

Cold summer? We might not have no summer

I know a cold supper is better than no supper

You ever had to starve til it hurt? I know hunger

Curled up, arms in ya shirt, no covers

Girl look, when I hit the dirt, I’m going under

With a buncha s*** I wouldn’t even share with my own mother

Sucker n**** wouldn’t take care of his own brother

While he out here chasin’ a bird, Roadrunner

I know n**** chasin’ the first, cold comeup

N**** ridin’ wit that H too, old hummer

Tryn cover up that pain too, no shutter

S***, Wordplay stupid, flow dumber

I was claimin’ best when I ain’t have no numbers

So I ain’t sayin’ less for having some low numbers

N**** makin’ bets that money just won’t cover

It’s time to pay ya debts, don’t struggle, you won’t suffer n****

I ain’t pullin’ no punches, no buffer n****

WunTayk n****, no punches, no doubles n****

N**** got no muzzle, and no muscle ****

Poppin’ ya gums, and n**** wouldn’t blow bubbles n****

I’m with ya bitch at the park wit a gold rubber

Back shot perfectin’ her arch, no jumper

Told me she protectin’ her heart, so I don’t love her

Takin’ a chance on her by havin’ her phone number

Stick and some bands on me should have me my own drummer

So strummer, I’m pullin’ strings, I’m no runner

Lookin’ like they don’t believe me, oh brother

You never seen a key like Stevie, no wonder

Cuz I could push that s*** easy, no button

Ain’t the weatherman, but he be cold frontin’

I freeze below somethin’, I’m weezy, 0 somethin’

And n**** know right after we eat, we go huntin, holla

Hallelujah

The UnderDawg

Clique Clan s***

Ron G what up

Shout my n**** Sox

Pigg!