Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song StahfAllah , by - Smif-N-Wessun. Song from the album The All, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.02.2019
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
StahfAllah |
| Khrysis, you crazy, man |
| I need one more to go |
| Forgive me for my sins |
| Woop, woop |
| Clear the area, the beat rude, eat food, cafeteria |
| It’s like a jungle outside, mass hysteria |
| Might have the rumble outside, crash the barrier |
| Who the fuck want it? |
| Jump out the black 600 |
| Young gunna’s thirsty for bodies, Henny dump and blunt it |
| Get confronted, run the jewels, Killer Mike and El |
| The only gangstas still alive doin' life in jail |
| No remorse, no regrets, no fucks given |
| No love lost, respect the dead while you’re livin' |
| Keep the vehicle, the God, and the physical |
| Move accordingly, 'cause hatred be visible |
| The kofi don, Veteran, collabo |
| Air Force Ones and Louis on |
| You run your mouth like a she do |
| We move in silence, get next to you like a G do |
| Verses put careers in hearses |
| More omnipotent when in person |
| Stahfallah, Lord, forgive me for my sins |
| When I think I’m gettin' out, they pull me back in |
| I’m just cut from somethin' different |
| That’s what I try to tell 'em, they don’t wanna listen? |
| Stahfallah, Lord, forgive me for my sins |
| When I think I’m gettin' out, they pull me back in |
| I’m just cut from somethin' different |
| Never start anything you can’t finish |
| Never met a killer that ain’t play his part |
| I never met a killer that ain’t have a heart |
| We gorillas, monkey bars, see us in the park |
| Basic trainin' with the shark so the skill is sharp |
| Hnhh, be on point for the get-back |
| Bar work so we built for the kickback |
| These streets is wicked, hard to make a summer isle |
| If you ain’t with the shits, better take another route |
| I take a slug before they take my brother out |
| Bless and a curse, watch your mouth in my mother house |
| Hnhh, my man’s uncle got thirty |
| He went in and his son got murdered |
| The acts of his father is what did 'em in |
| Biddin' in the pen turned boys to men |
| Revolvin' doors come out and go in again |
| Three hundred and sixty degrees, let the rhythm spin |
| Stahfallah, Lord, forgive me for my sins |
| When I think I’m gettin' out, they pull me back in |
| I’m just cut from somethin' different |
| That’s what I try to tell 'em, they don’t wanna listen? |
| Stahfallah, Lord, forgive me for my sins |
| When I think I’m gettin' out, they pull me back in |
| I’m just cut from somethin' different |
| Never start anything you can’t finish |