Текст песни Hall of Pain Henry - Snick Foley

(I went into Vengeance as the world heavyweight champion and I left it that way)
They told me "Foley, go make something that these people could relate to"
But I can't. We not the same and honestly I fucking hate you
That's everyone. Never sold out for more listens
I'll be happy on the day that you die like morticians
Better than niggas like "I ain't black, I'm OJ"
You posers think you cold? Y'all ain't Cube, y'all O'Shea
Homie, fuck rap. Even locals primadonnas
Put me on your song, bitch, I steal fans, no Kitana
Facts. Y'all emotional. Go tighten up
Mile high club the only time I'll give a flying fuck
Lighten up, fore I have to lace you while you lighting up
Want smoke? You better smoke. On my level? You ain't high enough
Shitttttt... I don't like you fuckers either
Think you match my talent? Must be gone off that sativa
I'll stone a stoner, blunt force trauma
Then send a pic of my dick to your cunt coarse mama

(THAT'S WHAT I DO! THAT'S WHAT I DO!)
(I don't care who you talk to)
(I know exactly, what I am and what I've done)

My chick got money. Fuck this, I'll quit my J-O-B
Bless the carpet, eat the rich like I'm AOC
"Ayo D! These niggas playing games. Ohdee"
Low key. They tried to nerf me but I stay OP
Hood vaccines, pull cards but they ain't asking what you got
You see someone wit a mask? Someone probably getting shot
Not Pfizer. Long cans, Budweiser, be none the wiser
Pull out something, so BIG, it could freeze you and hypnotize ya
That's not what I promote. But that's how you get promotion
Nobody gives a fuck about your love and your devotion
To the culture. Picked dry, by vultures, to be determined
If a suit and tie nigga, from privilege, thinks if you're urban
Loose turban... its barely under wraps to be in fact
I have always been ahead of you posers without the cap
So with that; I step back, cross over on my own
And snatch the fucking crown, off whoever sits on the throne, nigga
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Ghetto Genius
Snick Fole
Young Tre
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Fuck these niggas talking bout
(Obviously I didn't do a good enough job)
(Because you still out here running at the mouth)
(Maybe if I put my foot in it, you'd shut up)