Jay Critch - Go 2 Hell lyrics

[Intro] (Ronny J, what's up, man?) [Chorus] I'm from the bottom, so I've seen this sh*t They ain't really think I'd make it and I mean this sh*t Damn, I ain't really with that fighting my demons sh*t I just grab the chopper, 'bout to go right where my demons live She told me, "Go to Hell" 'Cause she caught me fu*king on a b*tch at the hotel Should have never paid for all them wigs and all them nails fu*k it, then I'm back up on my sh*t, I might as well Uh, I was young and I was out there jugging in the fields [Verse 1] Brodie just came home, he out there thugging, yeah, still 'Member I had zеro, need a hundred damn mill' ni**as want some damn grills In my city, ni**as spin and do it for the damn thrill Gеt the chicken, but I'm hungry like I'm missing damn meals Brodie scoring off the trap, he got hand in hand skills They ain't scoring off the raps 'cause we know it ain't real ni**as hanging 'round rats, how I know he won't squeal? And I'm signed up, fu*k a deal Uh, strapped up, Navy SEAL ni**as bugging off pills Uh, act up and get peeled Uh, this money'll get you killed, I swear that I've seen this sh*t I wanna be rich, I swear that these ni**as just wanna be seen and sh*t Get the new whip right off of the lot, right out of the dealership I'm making them feel this sh*t These ni**as be weird and sh*t These ni**as be lame It's our game, ni**a, we got bank Bad b*tch brown, but her inside pink He get the bag and he start to change He come around, gotta tuck his chains [Chorus] I'm from the bottom, so I've seen this sh*t They ain't really think I'd make it and I mean this sh*t Damn, I ain't really with that fighting my demons sh*t I just grab the chopper, 'bout to go right where my demons live She told me, "Go to Hell" 'Cause she caught me fu*king on a b*tch at the hotel Should have never paid for all them wigs and all them nails fu*k it, then I'm back up on my sh*t, I might as well Uh, I was young and I was out there jugging in the fields [Verse 2] Double cup, I'm pouring seals If it's up, it's on the ceiling, ni**as spin until you killed She was everything to you, but to me, she just a kill ni**a, where the fu*k was you? Mommy couldn't pay her bills All that talking, we ain't into that, ni**as loud in that Prius All that hate come from the internet, it's smiles when they see us Hood Fav, ni**as know it from the towns overseas And she smiling when she see me, now she down on her knees Loud Cannatique, I got pounds of this weed She got ass in her jeans and she bounce it for me I'm in London, walking with a lot of pounds in my jeans I be thinking like, "Is she gon' hold it down for the team?" Nah, she not ni**as infiltrating like cops Where I'm from, they only send shots All them ni**as know is bend blocks More money, getting more chops I gotta take this sh*t up to the top I was hurting 'cause my pockets was popped I run it up, but it's not gonna stop Had a nightmare I was stuck on the block [Chorus] I'm from the bottom, so I've seen this sh*t They ain't really think I'd make it and I mean this sh*t Damn, I ain't really with that fighting my demons sh*t I just grab the chopper, 'bout to go right where my demons live She told me, "Go to Hell" 'Cause she caught me fu*king on a b*tch at the hotel Should have never paid for all them wigs and all them nails fu*k it, then I'm back up on my sh*t, I might as well Uh, I was young and I was out there jugging in the fields