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Field mob its hell

It's Hell Lyrics: Stay up / Hold ya head up / It's hell in the streets boy / Hold your head y'all, livin' cause it's there / (Kalage) / I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies. It's Hell. Field Mob Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully? When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me. (Chorus) It's hell. ࿘Cause it's hell. What we gotta go through, and only time will tell. When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees. Lord keep watchin' over. I'm lookin' for a better way and that's all I gotta say. (Kalage) He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again. Family ties, this is where the drama begins. Tellin' my momma on the. When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me [Chorus] It's hell. Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell. Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail. When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause it's hell. What we gotta go through, and only time will tell.

࿘Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) ࿘Cause it's hell. What we gotta go through, and only time will tell. When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees. Lord keep watchin' over. I'm lookin' for a better way and that's all I gotta say (Kalage) He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again. Family ties, this . 'Cause it's hell. What we gotta go through, and only time will tell. When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees. Lord keep watchin' over. I'm lookin' for a better way. And that's all I gotta say (Kalage) He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again. Family ties, this is where the drama begins. Tellin' my momma on the floor, . Videoklip a text písně Its Hell od FIELD MOB. 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees.

When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me (Chorus) It's hell. Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell. Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail. When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops ࿘Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) ࿘Cause it's hell. What we gotta go through, and only time will tell.

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