Chetta - Armageddon lyrics
[Chetta - Armageddon lyrics]
You all, through your lifetime
Have been subjected to the fear of death
That haunting fear of death
"what will happen to me?"
"Death is my enemy", "where will I go?"
"what will I do at the hall of death?"
Bitch, I'm on zoom
Keep tryna figure me out, we ain't cool
Don't give a fuck about no feelings or rules
I tell your bitch what it is, she say "cool"
I'm off the top when i hit, but it's true
They tryna cancel me out, but I tune
They tryna park all my shit, but I cruise
Tryna win, they want me to lose
Boy, I don't give a fuck 'bout no bitch
You know who I am
I'm on the block when the money land
I was on blocks with the funny tan
Like fuck all the cops do the running man
I'm cooking up opps, get your pot and pan
I don't need all them stans to know who I am
I just stuffed all them bricks
In the rental van
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
Tell shawty "please pour up my foam"
I'm in the back, that's a league of my own
Don't get it back, but i keep giving more
Keep telling me "oh", they want me to blow
I'm blowing sherbacio, feelings let go
They trying to stop me, I keep getting more
Been finding my way, don't know where to go
I'm in the field, still on ten toes
Chopping it up, once a month just to coast
I'm out of the pack and I want all the smoke
What happened to kin, we used to be folk
Get shook like a pen, I'm selling my soul
Saying you got me but never come close
I married the streets, my Glock on propose
You posting for clout
That's cute when you pose
I'm in and out, still feeling alone
Keep counting me out
I'mma keep getting it in pour in a drought
I'm tryna feel it again they single me out
I got no feelings again keep counting it up
I'd rather money than friends
(money than friends) no feelings again
I'd rather money than friends
(money than friends)
Oh you mad? Good oh you sad? Good
Paper tags? Ugh! Smoking gas? Ugh!
All I know is big facts (big facts)
All I count is big racks (big racks)
If you ain't first, you last
Tryna hold me, can't grasp
I can't hang with you wannabes
Tell the truth you wanna be
I don't fear what i'm going to be
That's infront of me, that's infront of me
All this pain it's a part of me
All this fame it's a part of me
Tryna be, all I got is me
That's infront of me that's infront of me
Have been subjected to the fear of death
That haunting fear of death
"what will happen to me?"
"Death is my enemy", "where will I go?"
"what will I do at the hall of death?"
Bitch, I'm on zoom
Keep tryna figure me out, we ain't cool
Don't give a fuck about no feelings or rules
I tell your bitch what it is, she say "cool"
I'm off the top when i hit, but it's true
They tryna cancel me out, but I tune
They tryna park all my shit, but I cruise
Tryna win, they want me to lose
Boy, I don't give a fuck 'bout no bitch
You know who I am
I'm on the block when the money land
I was on blocks with the funny tan
Like fuck all the cops do the running man
I'm cooking up opps, get your pot and pan
I don't need all them stans to know who I am
I just stuffed all them bricks
In the rental van
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
Tell shawty "please pour up my foam"
I'm in the back, that's a league of my own
Don't get it back, but i keep giving more
Keep telling me "oh", they want me to blow
I'm blowing sherbacio, feelings let go
They trying to stop me, I keep getting more
Been finding my way, don't know where to go
I'm in the field, still on ten toes
Chopping it up, once a month just to coast
I'm out of the pack and I want all the smoke
What happened to kin, we used to be folk
Get shook like a pen, I'm selling my soul
Saying you got me but never come close
I married the streets, my Glock on propose
You posting for clout
That's cute when you pose
I'm in and out, still feeling alone
Keep counting me out
I'mma keep getting it in pour in a drought
I'm tryna feel it again they single me out
I got no feelings again keep counting it up
I'd rather money than friends
(money than friends) no feelings again
I'd rather money than friends
(money than friends)
Oh you mad? Good oh you sad? Good
Paper tags? Ugh! Smoking gas? Ugh!
All I know is big facts (big facts)
All I count is big racks (big racks)
If you ain't first, you last
Tryna hold me, can't grasp
I can't hang with you wannabes
Tell the truth you wanna be
I don't fear what i'm going to be
That's infront of me, that's infront of me
All this pain it's a part of me
All this fame it's a part of me
Tryna be, all I got is me
That's infront of me that's infront of me