"Lighting The Flames Of My Own Personal Hell" lyrics

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Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark

The one pulling all them robberies
The boy who's born from scarecrow
Came up from the slums
Walking product of the ghetto
I can't feel my face but feeling great as the vice goes
Round and round and pound for pound
Life going in a circle
From pentagrams to instagram
How I mainstream the 6
Them boys can hate
I got their fate
Suck on my dick
AKs all around me
Wanna die
Pick out a stick
Grave been dug
Load up a slug
Lay him to rest up in a ditch

Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark
Niggas ain't killers, don't run for their niggas
We comin' straight out of the dark, dark (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Southside shorty
Outside early morning
Not a knock
Empty out the glock
Dot in front the 40
Turning you into a pouring 40
Or I'll come back when you're poor and 40
Take it how you want
Take it as a warning
Don't ever ignore me
Hide behind the door
Me and the fellas bring the storm
We'll keep it coming
Mixing up milligrams with millimeters
9 in the chamber
Got 30 inside the heater
Bloody nose I smell the reaper
Smoke surrounds my steps
I'm either choking on breath or reefer
Coughing til my death
I'm eager
Leaving all my fans as grievers

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