Lyrics I Confess - Huerell

Yeah, my nigga said to talk my shit so

Uh, due to the profits
Getting rid of my conscious
Gotta make deposits
And hit niggas for they pockets
This is
This is mine
That's why I hold it down like I'm Donna Goudeau
And now I need a crown to
Hide my fillings (feelings)
Drop the ceilings
It's fulfilling when you the only that's chilling
Top of the mountain that I'm building
Full of bodies, it's the niggas
Leave out women and the children
(But they can get it how you get it)
Yeah that's how to be a villain
I got one time to clear it like a gun sound
When niggas come around
Pshh they better go around
A lot of envy
I felt right back at my town
I got one time to show out at the showdown, yeah
Leave 'em in a casket
He faker than some plastic
But he can not outlast me
Imma fucking mash it
Till I'm living getting taxed at a higher bracket
In a leather jacket
Just call me blade
As I slay every soul sucking babe on this fucking planet
That's just how I plan it
Got my feet planted
On ten toes
You know how it go
When you a young nigga
Out here running with your woes
I got plenty of these flows
For a friend for a hoe
You just pick who you wanna be
But never be a foe
Cuz if you that
I'mma pull up with a fucking gat
Bigger than Shaq
You would think that I am from Iraq
I'm talking rap
Keep my fucking lyrics in a mag
I'm busting back at anybody
God has blessed with this knowledge
High school drop out ain't no college
Ain't no fucking problem
This is just the pilot
New beginnings it ain't ending here to make it clear
Imma step on niggas like a brigadier
Smoke a nigga throw a nigga off the pier
I'm out yo league lil bitch
Imma higher tier
Think I caused a tear
When I fuck hip hop so good
As if I don't see her
Man I'm too sincere
With these writtens
I stay spitting like a cobra
Spitting on ya feelings
I feel only one nigga in this world could ever beat me
And he, he from the mitten

Try to rap with some niggas but they be smitten
I just say these niggas pussy they be kittens
I'm just doing gods work so he'll forgive me when I murder all you bitches aye

I'm from the palms mayne
Only nigga out there rocking with some pomade
Set me off she blow my top like I'm Pompeii
Man, fuck he on
No one listens anyway
A star when he set ablaze
I'm hungry as fuck
I'm starving I'm broke
I can't slip up like Tarzan on rope
Play for big bucks
It's sparking a hope
My wallets lethargic
A target if your pockets are swole
And that's on everything
Married to hip hop and she ain't got a wedding ring
Like a fucking cop
Beat a nigga for anything
And it don't fucking stop
Leave a nigga in a chalk outline
Outside of Popeyes
And I'm a Rasta
Watch how a nigga smoke ya
You an imposter
Shake up the fucking roster
Niggas ain't shit
Niggas ain't it
It's hit or a miss
Kinda like smoking a spliff
Bodied this bitch
Bag em then I toss in a ditch
Till I am rich
Figure out what my problem is
Imma young nigga from the bottom the barrel
Where the lions always feral
We all tryna be the Pharaoh
But there's been a fatal error

Hip Hops dead nigga
Hip Hops dead nigga
Hip Hops dead nigga
Hip Hops dead