Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell song by $UICIDEBOY$ from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Trap, Hip-Hop, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell Meaning
| [[Intro] North, North North, North (We’re sorry, the number you have reached is not in service) North, North (Please check the number or try your call again) (This is a recording) North, North The thicker the killers the rougher the niggas We comin’ straight outta the North, North The thicker the killers the rougher the niggas We comin’ straight outta the North, North The thicker the killers the rougher the niggas We comin’ straight outta the North, North Thе thicker the killers thе rougher the niggas We comin’ straight outta the North, North [Verse 1: Northside Shorty] The one pullin’ all them robberies, the boy who’s born from $carecrow ($carecrow) Came up from the slums, walking product of the ghetto I can’t feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes Round and round and pound for pound, life going in a circle From pentagrams to Instagram, how I mainstream the 6 Them boys can hate, I got their fate, suck on my dick AKs all around me, want to die, pick out a stick Grave been dug, load up a slug, lay him to rest up in a ditch , [Bridge] The thicker the killers the rougher the niggas We comin’ straight outta the North, North The thicker the killers the rougher the niggas We comin’ straight outta the North, North (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Southside Shorty] Southside Shorty, outside early morning Not a knock, empty out the Glock Dot in front the .40, turnin’ you into a pourin’ forty Or I’ll come back when you’re poor and forty Take it how you want it, take it as a warning Don’t ever ignore me (Nah) Hide behind the door, me and the fellas bring the storm We’ll keep it coming (Keep it coming) Mixin’ up milligrams with millimeters, nine in the chamber Got thirty inside the heater, bloody nose, I smell the reaper Smoke surrounds my steps, I’m either chokin’ on my breath or reefer Coughin’ ’til my death, I’m eager, leaving all my fans as grievers [Outro] North, North North, North] |
