Mr.Rogers - Hell Bound lyrics

[Intro (A Capella): Rogers] Since a seed I was surrounded by people who blew trees, and consumed by greed I was always down... Mamma warned me about f**in' around We all love to sin, but rather dip than sit when consequences come around Rollin' around with the windows down Middle fingers up, aiming at any f**s, acting immature and loud Mamma always told me that I was hell bound... [Verse 1: Rogers] Seventeen born and raised near crime scenes Wicked minded, check the neighborhood website Crook sited Jagger rolling up heavy green Bottle capsules full of PCP About to levitate out of our seats I'm drunk as f** and I finnah drive tonight Pedestrian out of luck Got him bleeding out on the side Walk, Cross walk me you finnah get hit Pull over and refigure your face with a brick Mailbox is what I'm bound to hit When I'm drunk driving a stick shift My middle finger joints be the stiffest, (fu*k YOU) Pull into a middle school and wave to all the kids Introduce them to a 9 and a Mac 11 Haha.. I'm kidding bruh I'm still a little sane But this weed be getting to my brain Finnah k** this pop a** f*ggot Zane Line them all up in One Direction Point the revolver in their Direction, (Blat!) One shot, collateral damage Then rob their body's, scavengers and savages FS, we spreading through your society like a virus Three Men working late at night Three housewives And three kitchen knives Painted each one bloody red in the broad moon light I'm alive in the night, Cudi Got frost bite on my wrist, Rolex heavy I steal your beats and k** em Charged with Kidnapped and premeditated murder Meet you in court with a dagger And stab the jury in the chest till they can no longer talk just blabber Yeah motha f**a I got them hell Yeah motha f**a I got them hell bound [Verse 2: Rogers] A revolver loaded with six shells That are all expelled Pull the trigger an force them to enroll in your brain cells I got a hit list Well, it's more of a sh** list Full of boy bands who should of been born with woman's breast and be addressed as b**hes I got knuckles full of braces Blades that are all inside of my ex's faces I'll pull a b**h by her weave, spank her a**, and make her roll my trees Six grams of weed Six joints rolled to the six point Blowing two O's cubed Yeah that's to the third power Now go ahead and subtract two Laced with c**aine Selling it to minors So their high school has HIGH expectations But fall far below standards [Verse 3: Crude] ------ ------ [Verse 4: Crude] ------- ------- [Outro: Rogers] The area code is Three digits One plus Five We got Three Six packs with Three b**hes that were all born on the 6th of June The 6th be our 4th of July Tell heaven ain't no one standing in line (Yeah mother f**er I got em hell bound!)