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"Armageddon" is a track by Chetta, from the album Afterlife, released 30th October 2020. The track is 2:30 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop. Full lyrics are available below.
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You all, through your lifetime Have been subjected to the fear of death That haunting fear of death "what will happen to me?" "Death is my enemy", "where will I go?" "what will I do at the hall of death?" Bitch, I'm on zoom Keep tryna figure me out, we ain't cool Don't give a fuck about no feelings or rules I tell your bitch what it is, she say "cool" I'm off the top when i hit, but it's true They tryna cancel me out, but I tune They tryna park all my shit, but I cruise Tryna win, they want me to lose Boy, I don't give a fuck 'bout no bitch You know who I am I'm on the block when the money land I was on blocks with the funny tan Like fuck all the cops do the running man I'm cooking up opps, get your pot and pan I don't need all them stans to know who I am I just stuffed all them bricks In the rental van I'm good, I'm good, I'm good Tell shawty "please pour up my foam" I'm in the back, that's a league of my own Don't get it back, but i keep giving more Keep telling me "oh", they want me to blow I'm blowing sherbacio, feelings let go They trying to stop me, I keep getting more Been finding my way, don't know where to go I'm in the field, still on ten toes Chopping it up, once a month just to coast I'm out of the pack and I want all the smoke What happened to kin, we used to be folk Get shook like a pen, I'm selling my soul Saying you got me but never come close I married the streets, my Glock on propose You posting for clout That's cute when you pose I'm in and out, still feeling alone Keep counting me out I'mma keep getting it in pour in a drought I'm tryna feel it again they single me out I got no feelings again keep counting it up I'd rather money than friends (money than friends) no feelings again I'd rather money than friends (money than friends) Oh you mad? Good oh you sad? Good Paper tags? Ugh! Smoking gas? Ugh! All I know is big facts (big facts) All I count is big racks (big racks) If you ain't first, you last Tryna hold me, can't grasp I can't hang with you wannabes Tell the truth you wanna be I don't fear what i'm going to be That's infront of me, that's infront of me All this pain it's a part of me All this fame it's a part of me Tryna be, all I got is me That's infront of me that's infront of me
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