Unleash Hell

Chorus:
40 different bottles lined up on my desk
Got too rowdy last night didn't even get no rest
Yea im tired of the stress drink a bottle lay my head
Spin in circles every day cuz i feel like a mess

Yea
Aye

Verse 1:
Shiny neck
I deserve the right to flex
Worked so hard to be up next
Yung dough in the O im back
Yea i gotta big bag
Cash my check then pop some tags
30 rounds up in my mag

Unleash hell
Unleash hell
Bullets in my belt
32 my brothers ya we are a troubled crowd
You feel me now
You went me south

You want me gone
You want me away
I hit the bong
Dont care what you say
I like the fun
I want me a bae
Drop that thun thun
Just like ak's

I dont follow trends that shit just wack to me
Youll lie and say your gone forever then come back to me
But i can't do that forever you gotta leave me be
Yea your a distraction you take away all of my peace

Chorus:
40 different bottles lined up on my desk
Got too rowdy last night didn't even get no rest
Yea im tired of the stress drink a bottle lay my head
Spin in circles every day cuz i feel like a mess

Verse 2:
Too much smoke
Can't see through the window
Raised up a black sheep
Raised up a cut throat
Pull up to soundbar
Pull up witta bad hoe
Dump out the codiene
Sick of goin slo mo

(goin slow mo x3)

Hop up in the prius
Stayin green smokin weed
You won't ever see us
When we run off with ur greed
Fuck the government
Fuck police they deceive
Cut the bullshit
Slippin out through your teeth

Stupid hoes pop xans
Think they look cool
Post it up on their snap story
Lookin like a fool
Our children growin up
13 year olds with a tool
Somethin wrong with that image
Our youth is so cruel

Burn me alive wanna feel all my senses
Wanna feel pain wanna feel like im somethin
Feel like im hollow inside theres nothin
Heart chained up suffocating but i love it

They dont wanna see me win
Wanna see me sin
Wanna see me throw my passion away in the garbage bin
But shit im comin back with a revenge lit

Wanna make sure that my people happy
Ill sacrifice and take all distractions
Put the knife in me not that kid
Ive felt much worse i can handle it

This ain't a cry for help
This a reach out
For all the kids who feel like they in hell
I know how you feelin i understand quite well
Been there done that i know the hell

(ooh i know the hell, i know the hell)

Its been a long time but i finely feel happy
Music be my hobby finely got out of the trapping
Quit the mud smokin ganja throw away the xannys

Chorus:
40 different bottles lined up on my desk
Got too rowdy last night didn't even get no rest
Yea im tired of the stress drink a bottle lay my head
Spin in circles every day cuz i feel like a mess