Hell Rell Digital Scale Lyrics

[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 take 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 slash, 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 we're on!
What? He most have told to somebody I got the chinchilla meat, dragon on the floor
From them kids aborad, we're keeping [?] 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!
Quit 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 blind, then how we gonna see eye to eye?
Yeah!
Quit to pull my oozie on a nigga
Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga!
Quit to pull my oozie on a nigga
Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga!