The Ropes Lyrics
We all gon’ die anyway
We all gon’ die anyway
One, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil
And he showed me the ropes
It go one, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil, and he-
We all gon’ die anyway
Fuck what it is
My temper’s shorter than buses as I want it to
Know nothing new except bunches of revenue
Late to the party, who gave me these edibles?
She put her hand on my back, I’m throwing it up
My gut filled up like it was my come[?]
My blood is [?] until the [?]
My lungs are working too much
My body looking for her to retire, man
I put the hoes in the truck like a fireman
I am in pain!
I go numb for the platinum, then I’mma die for the diamond
I am in pain!
I go numb for the platinum, then I’mma die for the diamond
I- I am in pain!
And it rain with the [?]
Cocaine white but the face look blood-drained
More Drake ’cause I put everybody on one track
Thumb tack, ’cause the paper where I’m stuck at
Fuck that, duckin’ ’em[?] under me like a bloodbath
Used to put the money under the rug as a Rugrat
Tommy and Chucky but [?]
[?] put the flame, put the [?] clutching ’em
That rapper’s a joke and he know he a joke
And I’m cracking a joke and I’m finding it funny, it’s-
We all gon’ die anyway
We all gon’ die anyway
One, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil
And he showed me the ropes
It go one, two
One two three four
I went to hell, met the devil, and he-
We all gon’ die anyway
Back to two-stepping through hell and back
I swear, just sit and [?]
As a [?] it cause calamities
Got as many fucks to give as the limbs that’s on an amputee
Name always in their mouth just like a cavity that gradually persists, boy
I carry bottles with [?] so just kill the noise
Can’t bring my Glock when I’m overseas so I’m swinging swords
Off too much drugs to get high, the fumes [?] out my voice
Better yet, my goons that can start this can leave your ass deformed
Uh, unload the magazine
Walk up in your crib and my gun lower the capacity
Uh, yeah, I do just as I please
Punch his head and make him say “Uh!” just like he was Master P
A- A- Anybody want it again then they go dumb
Every motherfucker know what I’m doing is so fun
Bitch, I pull up on your boy with a chopper and go [?]
Couple milly in the back of the crib and I’m not done
They [?] get my pesos
[?], money on his head like a halo
Pussy talked back, and he wound up with his face gone
Big man [?] for the motherfucking payload
Hey ho, blocked that bitch like a dead [?]
But I don’t [?] and I never did say so
(Where the fuck’d the beat go?)
Yeah!
Killer- Killer from the [?] to the [?] white [?]
Stepping out to go and get the [?], what the fuck you do now?
B- Bitch, I walk into the function, no one making a sound
And if a bitch ever do you dirty, leave their head in the ground
We all gon’ die anyway
We all gon’ die anyway
Rest in peace Seventy, but [?] 93 percent’s 100
[?] Seventy, but [?] 93 percent’s 100
[?] Seventy, but [?] 93 percent’s 100
Bro don’t got [?] but it’s D-E-C bring back [?] cousin
