HELLalujah “Tab #6”

Lyrics

[Intro: Meechy Darko & Sydney Lanae] Doses No one can serve two masters Either you will hate the one and love the other Or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other You cannot serve God and money [Chorus] Hallelujah, countin' loot up Where the benjies? Where the Franklins? Blood money, drippy digits Drug money, with trippy niggas, ayy You a loser, you basura We takin' losses, just an illusion I'm too elusive, I take like two puffs Hеre's a rope, you know the lеdge, jump to conclusions [Verse 1] If I had feelings, I would feel bad for you If I gave a fuck, I wouldn't give half to you I got a full clip and I'ma give half to you We played your mixtape, and me and her laughed at you We on our sixth date, eatin' good steak, macaroons I shattered the booth, and leave the beat black and blue A man on the loose with nothin' exact to lose Calamity coupe I'd rather be [?] than you Exactly what vanity proves, LSD on the new Let's dish up the chemical, boo Unforgettable sex, unforgiveable rules I could better your set, time t-t-tickin', cool [Interlude] I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh; When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind [Chorus] Hallelujah, countin' loot up Where the benjies? Where the Franklins? Blood money, drippy digits Drug money, with trippy niggas, ayy You a loser, you basura We takin' losses, just an illusion I'm too elusive, I take like two puffs Here's a rope, you know the ledge, jump to conclusions [Verse 2] Should've paid attention when I was in your price range Life's a cash drop, you can't Google Map the right way Loyalty's a rare trait Buck-forty, shorty let you keep the spare change Figured that's a fair trade Guns on silent like your celly when you meet your main bae, hey Chronic rolled, every day is Dre Day My youngin' call me "Oldhead", my cougar call me "Sweetheart" My momma call me "Angel", my niggas call me "Retard" Oops, that ain't PC, politically correct Sorry, I ain't sorry, suck my fuckin' dick I do not believe in God no mo' I prayed for a Lamborghini, still ain't got no car Examined her head to toe, but still ain't found no flaw How I shine the brightest, but still I ain't no star? But still, I'm not no star How I shine the brightest, but still I'm not no star? [Interlude] When distress and anguish cometh upon you, then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek upon me early [Chorus] Hallelujah, countin' loot up Where the benjies? Where the Franklins? Blood money, drippy digits Drug money, with trippy nig— [Outro] They shall not find me, for that they hate knowledge, and did not use the fear of the dark