Agony Sleepy Hallow
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[Intro]
Great John on the beat, by the way
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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, tell 'em spin and attack
I get high just to keep me intact, my demon's callin', said they want me to 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 ain't get you yet, get you someday
We ain't get you get (Get you someday, get you someday)
Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em come play, hit a lick, I can't 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
[Chorus]
Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last
Great John on the beat, by the way
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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, tell 'em spin and attack
I get high just to keep me intact, my demon's callin', said they want me to 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 ain't get you yet, get you someday
We ain't get you get (Get you someday, get you someday)
Bitch, I'm in the field, tell 'em come play, hit a lick, I can't 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
[Chorus]
Yeah, I had to run up a bag, huh
I couldn't go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC, huh
Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask, uh
You just want us doing bad, but we never fold, we would rather pass, huh
Step your foot up on the gas, I move first, you get done like the last
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