Headache & Heartbreak
(专辑: Halloween Havoc 3: Four Days Of Fury - 2016)
(Authentic) Flow dumb as the
last nigga that got at me Shot up with bags of D
Fresh out of LIU, welcome to Halloween Havoc 3
Turning my mileage in, your last time you're seeing me back for free Blood in my writing pen, hype again, striking methodically Honestly, can't nobody see me I'm in stealth form, champion Kept the
belt on, bodies for trampling, never felt for 'em I
don't got the
time to hate, let alone put the
words together At-ing niggas and never get at 'em, this is purging weather Stack up on your surgeon cheddar You're rat and reptilian merged together Folks know the
fire, penned in disturbing letter Giants stomping holes in these tracks, keeping the
road crumbling Opps don't got no choice but falling back, uneasy souls hovering Here's the
soundtrack for the
riders, progress keeps the
loads coming Dollars won't divide us, we're back to the
gold thugging Flaunting armor through your airwaves, drown 'em in stereo Wonder what took so long to spot 'em, these clowns took over years ago Think somewhere down the
line, I
lost my mind Product of heartbreak and the
neighborhood never been the
remorseful kind Won't see no handouts, you were forced to grind Maybe you're better off staying away, you all will pay, you cross the
don Make one mistake they knock you off your dome I'm thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home Mad man at work, don't go disrupt his zone You on the
wrong side of town for bitching, you belong where the
suckers roam This time of year it's hard to sleep, better bullets and trucks of red Competition uncomfortable, this the
month I
play pumpkin head Field kicking this shit for years, hop off on your disgruntled leg Any contact from these punches fell, victims and knuckles bled They tell you foul shit about me, don't deliver it Me on the
other hand woulda got into it for hearing it Formed in the
room of trauma, no silence for this experiment Hands of a
super doctor, high tolerance, I
ain't feeling shit Anticipate reviews of my resume in the
hottest summers Look at what they push now, blooded gimmicks and one hit wonders Perform in an empty stu', fendi crew with the
gun slid under Lightening to your family room, disrespecting the
son of thunder Been here overcompen' nigga So for stomping daily, snap a
monster picture Blue and black from New York City's hardest hitter Problem baby, born guerrilla Panic charms a
killer Chipped shoulder for soldiers that took me for granted, bombs delivered Think somewhere down the
line, I
lost my mind Product of heartbreak and the
neighborhood never been the
remorseful kind Won't see no handouts, you were forced to grind Maybe you're better off staying away, you all will pay, you cross the
don Make one mistake they knock you off your throne I'm thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home That man at work, don't go disrupt his own You on the
wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a
sucker's wrong