letra de $andmayne - h.r.s. (hood revenue services)
$andmayne lyrics
lay you out to rest
put mo bullets in yo chest
cut yo body from yo neck
holy glock, yo kufi blessed
glock is singing lullabies
now you’re pacified
crosshairs met my demon eyes
put to sleep you outta time
ho
no rest for the wicked, every night i’m doin’ crime
reapin’ what you’ve sown, i’m talkin’ ’bout a hustle f-ck the grind
pockets extra hungry finna steal yo’ pieces of the pie
caught up in my quicksand, you’ll be sleepin’ where you lie
i ain’t counting sheep i’m counting bullets
darkened figure, armed and hooded
hoped you livеd life to its fullest
now you sleepin’ slumped and crookеd
copper jackets for my chopper
kicked the bucket like it’s soccer
0 for one you need a doctor
k!ll ya daughter for a dollar
prescribing sleepin’ pills
dosage got’chu feeling ill
sand like blood, is being spilled
ain’t a dream i keep it real
suspect unidentified
h.r.s. it’s do or die
bedtime, time to say goodnight
$andmayne put sand in yo eye
ain’t a fairy tale, my pockets hungry like dat catepillar
we them wild things invadin’ suburbs, boutta have em triggered
murder habit turned circadian, this sh-t on repeat
trigger finger startin cycles puttin’ nigs in deep sleep
b-tch!
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