Lyrics to Agony
Great John on the beat, by the way
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 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 for 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 leg, 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 [?]
He don't want beef, heard I be drillin'
Ain't nobobdy in school
The internet got all the l'il niggas robbin' and killin'
All the shortys 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
[?], '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
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 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 for 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 leg, 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 [?]
He don't want beef, heard I be drillin'
Ain't nobobdy in school
The internet got all the l'il niggas robbin' and killin'
All the shortys 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
[?], '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
