Ricky Hil, Fat Trel - Smack lyrics
[Ricky Hil, Fat Trel - Smack lyrics]
Charlene 's really what I need
Blood bleeds on that highway
I pray to god everyday tryna find my way out
On that i-95 south playing No Way Out
I'm with a new bitch on a old route
Take that bitch by my moms old house
That's CT what you know about?
Y'all don't know shit y'all used to doubt
I don't know what hell and
Heaven has in store
But, I know what this perc is for
I know what that work is for
So my voice can make her love me more
Kid told me that my music saved his life
So I asked him if I take twice
More than I did last night
Will I, fucking die tonight
We doing better I'm here
I ain't lying we flying fresh out the
Pray to god but it's the devil we hear
And I would thank him just for bring me hеre
But, I'm here, and I'm hеre
Through the hustle, I'm here
Through the struggle, I'm here
Through the pain, I'm here
Through the rain, I'm here
Through the pain games and cocaine
Bullets flying, niggas dying
Everyday, hope it change
I'm the same, in my brain
And my guns go bang bang
From my watch, to my chain
I got it all and it ain't in vain
From my grill to my range some people change
It ain't the same but, I still bang
For my block and we here
And nobody compare we doing better up here
Blood bleeds on that highway
I pray to god everyday tryna find my way out
On that i-95 south playing No Way Out
I'm with a new bitch on a old route
Take that bitch by my moms old house
That's CT what you know about?
Y'all don't know shit y'all used to doubt
I don't know what hell and
Heaven has in store
But, I know what this perc is for
I know what that work is for
So my voice can make her love me more
Kid told me that my music saved his life
So I asked him if I take twice
More than I did last night
Will I, fucking die tonight
We doing better I'm here
I ain't lying we flying fresh out the
Pray to god but it's the devil we hear
And I would thank him just for bring me hеre
But, I'm here, and I'm hеre
Through the hustle, I'm here
Through the struggle, I'm here
Through the pain, I'm here
Through the rain, I'm here
Through the pain games and cocaine
Bullets flying, niggas dying
Everyday, hope it change
I'm the same, in my brain
And my guns go bang bang
From my watch, to my chain
I got it all and it ain't in vain
From my grill to my range some people change
It ain't the same but, I still bang
For my block and we here
And nobody compare we doing better up here