Huskii - Heroin Rap lyrics
[Huskii - Heroin Rap lyrics]
I feel like Darcy Dugan in the old days
I spin a block in the bucket
Don't need a roll cage
I got no time or respect for
Any of them old mates
Most em told jakes when I see
Em back to my old ways
I ain't tryna rap on drill
If that's a cold case
They talk packs
Every single thing that I roll laced
We used to get a occa now it's old plates
Give a bitch a habit
Say "I love her" now we soulmates
Fat rappers on steroids
They got the swole face
I keep the muscle in the
Muzzle for them cold days
Still struggle in Hustletown
For them dole-days
My family name in your area
And it holds weight
I'm the antihero this is heroin rap
Every day I try and send
Myself to heaven and back
Guilty conscience I don't ever relax
I got Lucifer to thank
For writing every track
Done shit I wish I didn't have
To but I'll never take back
That's too deep for them ever to catch
They'll understand though
I pay your bM in bud just to drive a van load
Custy's all junkies
I got boujwaas in a bando
Remember when pushin' music the plan though?
How we go from doing hand
To hands to flippin' Nandos?
Money ain't as fun if all ya mans broke
Fighting all these demons ain't as easy
When your fans know truth
His mother says he was a normal, happy boy
Until he became obsessed with
Black metal music
"I am talking about pervasive messages
That are available to kids of any
Age that are explicit and violent"
I am a Christian and I do
Not like to voice about hell
About the devil
There is power in Satan
Yes, I don't want anything to do with it
The devil will make you kill your mum
I spin a block in the bucket
Don't need a roll cage
I got no time or respect for
Any of them old mates
Most em told jakes when I see
Em back to my old ways
I ain't tryna rap on drill
If that's a cold case
They talk packs
Every single thing that I roll laced
We used to get a occa now it's old plates
Give a bitch a habit
Say "I love her" now we soulmates
Fat rappers on steroids
They got the swole face
I keep the muscle in the
Muzzle for them cold days
Still struggle in Hustletown
For them dole-days
My family name in your area
And it holds weight
I'm the antihero this is heroin rap
Every day I try and send
Myself to heaven and back
Guilty conscience I don't ever relax
I got Lucifer to thank
For writing every track
Done shit I wish I didn't have
To but I'll never take back
That's too deep for them ever to catch
They'll understand though
I pay your bM in bud just to drive a van load
Custy's all junkies
I got boujwaas in a bando
Remember when pushin' music the plan though?
How we go from doing hand
To hands to flippin' Nandos?
Money ain't as fun if all ya mans broke
Fighting all these demons ain't as easy
When your fans know truth
His mother says he was a normal, happy boy
Until he became obsessed with
Black metal music
"I am talking about pervasive messages
That are available to kids of any
Age that are explicit and violent"
I am a Christian and I do
Not like to voice about hell
About the devil
There is power in Satan
Yes, I don't want anything to do with it
The devil will make you kill your mum