Hallelujah ft. Zain2Faded Lyrics

Look, get to the bag

Get to the satchel

I see your niggas true colors, I'm picking pastles

I paint pictures with words, I got mad stills

And I need my percentage to up my math skills

Even against the odds, I took a standstill

You like a snitch in court, you at a standstill

Get to the drums, my niggas covered with mad fills

Get to the crib, my momma showin' me mad bills

And talkin' bills

Niggas showin' me mad pills

Like, if I move this shit, you make a mad kill

A cool, hunnid, thousand, maybe a mad mill

Who knows, niggas, as long as we get our banks filled

Who knows, niggas, as long as we get our bands up

The band caught with contraband on the band bus

Can't be us

We in the building and your lease up

Shawty look like Mona Lisa

I'm tryna holla at you

You got the essence that I'm tryna capture

And I ain't tryna say I keep you captive

I'm tryna

Okay, I'm lyin', but you bigger cappin

And, and you know a nigga wavy, cause I been the captain

Hotter than a motherfucker fever

Yeah I'm in a cabin

Ayy, just to elaborate

That last bar was directed straight to you

Don't call it no misfire

Switched off, but now I'm tryna activate

Drawin' on sight, I ain't talkin' no anime

Tappin' in with my brothers, no pattycake

Ten year old me, used to pray I'd be this fly

Now I got the wingspan of an Andean shit

All clickin' in, tighter than zip ties

I was feelin' like a man who just almost killed a man

Using just his bare hands in a fistfight

Tryna paint a clear picture of this shit

Over words that I wrote

Kinda somethin' like a hentai

Neighbors complainin' that they can't smell the package

Four 27 year olds, stuffed in the bathroom

Brown-eyed junkies, drunk, causin' distractions

Mistrust between us, deep as a tattoo

The guard dogs don't feel bad when they attack you

The shock from it left he's back stiff as a statue

Heard that he got burned out like a candle

High pressure made him crumble like pankho

But am I right, though

Your girl keep lookin' over like she lookin' for a ride home

And I can find her when my eyes close

Matter fact, baby, maybe we should leave it on a high note

I got the bag, then I got the satchel

Then I got one in pink for you to match

Two locked-in bars, the only thing that I latch to

Already made a space for your head on the mantel