Hell Rell - Digital Scale lyrics

rate me

[Intro:]

Let's do this one for the streets!

Uh, uh, uh

Don't drop nine new, man!

I will take it!

Fifty, what up, boy?

Bronx! Pop up!

Uh, my shit is blessed liek a tech on a Bible

Deaf poetry, my rhyme suicidal

And I don't make a bed rock, I made a bed break

You're so the type to call the police for a headache

News flash, I got new sons

And in the hood the OG niggas got pilled up by some new guns

Damn it, boy, damn it boy!

We can set you up with them androids

Future is triggers on the way up

Cause in the way in, I don't pay cut, skinny niggas lay up!

Assisted in the bed by a bitch or ass,

No titties nigga, that's my A cut!

Situation sweet, now we're off to..

To ascend on my feet, now that's a...

That's life, did I mention?

I bought the iPod 2 in case you question my attention!

See, you was locked up for a body, now your home

What? He must have told on somebody

I got the chinchilla meat, dragon on the floor

From them kids with raw, we're kickin' down your momma door and

I ain't got nothing against these other rappers, but

Please don't confuse me with other rappers cause...slash clapper

If your baby momma talking shit, then I might slap her hands

Tell her, go get you, make sure you bring your pistol

Rooger is the OG and now my young boys official!

Nigga, we're on that turned up, never, never calm shit

..chains is on her neck...shit!

Quick to pull my oozie on a nigga

Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga!

And if you cross the family, then you know he gotta die

If my chain is blindin you, then how we gonna see eye to eye? Yeah!

Quick to pull my oozie on a nigga

Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga!

Quick to pull my oozie on a nigga

Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga!

Thanks to Bella for correcting these lyrics