Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Is Hell, artist - Hayze. Album song War Syndrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGZ
Song language: English
Life Is Hell |
Old BMWs, no registration |
Trap phones thrown away, no hesitation |
School drop out hard knock education |
On the block all night true dedication |
I swear its like I’m living in Hell |
«Life is Hell» |
It’s like I was raised in Hell |
«Life is Hell» |
I swear it’s like I’m living in Hell |
«But as the world turns I learned life is Hell» |
Hard body like auto bots |
I autographed epitaphs overloading electroencephalographs |
Do the math, I’m Rainman with tooth picks |
Minnesota Fats with pool sticks, I bruise shit |
Slick Rick ruler status in your stratosphere |
Strap your body down to a stretcher whenever Ap appear |
You told your friends you about to end my career |
Yeah, like the Mayans ended Earth last year |
I pap smear pussy rappers reducing humans to molecules |
Not an illusion I always do the impossible, |
All you Lil' Wayne fans need a brain-scan |
Make you disappear like quarters in David Blaine’s hand, |
I love bass-tapes, DJ Magic Mike |
You’re the faggot type who love the movie Magic Mike |
You little bums rocking old ass Sean John |
My flows cold make you sleep inside of a TaunTaun |
Old BMWs no registration |
Trap phones thrown away, no hesitation |
School drop out hard knock education |
On the block all night, true dedication |
I swear its like I’m living in Hell |
«Life is Hell» |
It’s like I was raised in Hell |
«Life is Hell» |
I swear it’s like I’m living in Hell |
«But as the world turns I learned life is Hell» |
Work in a duffle, strolling |
Niggas see me, they say, «Damn, you always smoking» |
Signed overnight, right?, |
Why you think they chose him? |
Probably because my voice and complexion is golden |
The lectures is potent |
And I ain’t even 24 yet |
There’s 33 strategies niggas better forfeit |
Tell them we could bang it out, shoot it or fist |
Be the creeps some dykes, bikers and 20 war vets at your doorstep |
Because warriors don’t ignore shit |
Beat you pussies redder than a sore clit, |
Flows get them sick |
Songs leave them nauseous |
Get you high quicker than niggas picking abortions |
Over raising they seeds is pretty basic |
See, if we had to choose who it was blatantly me that’s winning |
Can’t nobody else fuck with us, no discussion bruh |
Love and lust, get money and fuck sluts |
What up |