Big Goddo Flaco - Hurt (Freestyle) Lyrics

You know my name, but you'll never know my pain
I've been struggling in this game, I done gave it all I got
And I still ain't get no gains, tote them tec's, that's when shit gets strange
Imagine being cold as f*ck, but they could careless what you say

They won't admit I'm f*cking dope, till I finally get paid
Or shot and killed in broad day
That's when Goddo will be great
Damn, what a f*cked up thing to say, but that's the truth
Yeah, it hurts, but that's our root, this rapping shit is dangerous

Don't ask why I stay with sticks, cause nowadays your life's how you pay for shit
Man, I wish that I was making this up, anyways, let me say what I want
Imagine being dope as f*ck and you won't ever get played in a club
But I would never go, so why would I care? Cause I want my share, I want my cut

I want my check, give me what I want, before I put you in a hostile situation
Goddo, quit rapping so violent, that'll cost your cancellation
I'll unfollow and I'll hate you, just know God won't be there to save you
You'll be screaming and crying for your savior

At this point I couldn't give a f*ck
Murdered and tossed your body in the back of a pickup truck
Park it down the block wait and watch the coroner come and zip you up
Did you get enough? Normally I wouldn't give a f*ck

He was talking shit all winter, so for Christmas we lit him up
It wasn't no biggie when we hit him up
Riga mortis made him stiffen up
My hitman makes commission, he said I got your boss, I see the vision

Anyone diss him, we gon' lift him, we gon' make sure they go miss him
No body, no murder
Bitch, I'm the greatest, yeah, I'm goated, my flames are the coldest
But you already know this, why the f*ck I gotta tell you again

I pull up on you, strangle you and your friends, guess who in demand
When it come to killing shit, big Goddo's your man
Hop out of a van with a Glock, yeah I brought you a tan
Get mopped up and ran, for the jewels on your hands

You think you'r shit, well I'm a pooper scooper
Bout to blow you out your f*cking spot like a balloon in Tuba
You hoes ain't ready, yeah, I'm Cobretti with a loaded colt
Bout to hollow out your throat with a old machete, yeah

You was told I'm deadly, you should've known already
I hope you can hold your own, I overthrow your throne
So go and hold your teddy, what you mean I won't blow the f*cking skull off Eddy?
Shit, let's go, I'm ready

Shit, let's go, I'm ready
Yeah, Big Goddo
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