Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Agony, artist - sleepy hallow. Date of issue: 29.10.2019
Song language: English
Agony |
| Yeah, I had to run up a bag |
| I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC |
| Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask |
| You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass |
| Look, step your foot up on the gas, I move |
| First you get done like the last |
| Chest shots get you left on your back |
| Look, double and triple the racks |
| I started off with a grip and a pack |
| Look, stuffing that clip 'til it max |
| I’m with it all 'til it’s spinnin' it tight |
| I get high just to keep me intact |
| My demon’s callin', said he want me in black |
| Uh huh, yeah, I’m on top, toupee |
| You ain’t talkin' money, fuck what you say |
| I pull out that Glock, you runnin', Usain |
| I was on that block, yeah, that one-way |
| We didn’t get you yet, get you someday |
| We didn’t get you get (Get you someday, get you someday) |
| Bitch, I’m in the field, tell 'em «come play» |
| Hit a lick, like I complain |
| You was in the sun, left me in the rain |
| But, it’s cool, I was with the gang |
| I know niggas change, but I ain’t the same |
| I’m a different man, to the cops I don’t say a thing |
| See an opp, we gon' let it bang |
| Yeah, I had to run up a bag |
| I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC |
| Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask |
| You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass |
| Step your foot up on the gas, I move |
| First you get done like the last |
| Eyes bleed when I get in my feelings |
| I done been through some pain, no healing |
| He don’t want beef, heard I be drillin' |
| Ain’t nobody in school |
| The internet got all the lil' niggas robbin' and killin' |
| All the shorties is losin' their feelings |
| You ain’t saving, so she turn into a villain |
| I can’t even feel pain no more |
| I was down on my last, was broke, needed cash 'til I got a big bankroll ('Til I |
| got a big bankroll) |
| I can’t even feel pain no more |
| They takin' my niggas to jail, they’re givin' them years |
| They sendin' them home |
| Federales don’t leave us alone |
| They tryna talk, I prolly turn off my phone |
| Got a bag and I got in my zone |
| I’m King of New York if you wanted a throne |
| Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they plannin' on fuckin' your hoe (Fuckin' |
| your hoe) |
| Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they switchin' them, you never know |
| Them niggas ain’t really your bro, they plannin' on killin' their own |
| Yeah, I had to run up a bag |
| I couldn’t go to no class, was stuck on that back block with a MAC |
| Ten toes for the cash, I walk in your trap spot with a mask |
| You just want us doing bad but we never fold, we would rather pass |
| Step your foot up on the gas, I move |
| First you get done like the last |
| Step your foot up on the gas, I move |
| First you get done like the last |