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lirik lagu lil hellshot - “dead end diary (outro)”

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(slow, haunting piano plays… faint thunder in background)
(kick drum creeps in)
(whispered ad~libs echo)
~(“east block… forever…”)
(“ayo ty turn me up slow…”)

[verse 1]
i got trauma in my chest, can’t lie, i feel cursed (cursed)
wrote this verse while ridin’ by the block in a he~rs~ (skrrt…)
mama cried so much, now her tears don’t work
i was ten with a stick, that’s when i knew my worth (boom)
i done bled on them bricks, now i talk to my demons
i don’t rap for the fame, b~tch, i rap for a reason (facts)
i don’t smile too much, it might f~ck up the image
say “h~llshot soft”? that’s cap—he finished (grrrah!)
grew up with felons and certified shooters
if i said i love you, i might still do ya (p~ssy!)
i don’t play that net sh~t, i’m not no computer
my opps move weird, they some snitch~ass losers (f~ck y’all)

[chorus]
this my dead end diary, where the love ain’t live (nah)
where the hope don’t grow, and the kids don’t thrive (never)
where the sh~lls hit close, and the truth get lied
where you either get rich or get smoked on live (boom!)
where a hug mean “watch your back,” no joke
where the pastor done slid with a tec in his coat (grrah!)
where they pop you for shoes, for a name, for a post
b~tch, i’m from the dead end, that’s all i wrote
(echoed ad~lib: “that’s all i wrote…”)
[verse 2]
can’t sleep, too many voices in my skull (in my skull)
woke up cold sweatin’, reachin’ for my pole (for real)
i be smilin’ in pain, i ain’t got no soul
been this way since they put lil’ tone in a hole (rip brodie)
tell my cousin i’m straight, i been prayin’ with rage
and this glock got extensions like a b~tch backstage (boom!)
they say “calm down,” i say “f~ck that sage”
if peace was real, i wouldn’t feel this way (nah!)
tryna vent to the mic, but it don’t talk back
tryna make a hit, but i just made a pack
tryna make it out, but i might relapse
’cause the streets be callin’, and i might call back
(echo: “i might call back…”)

[bridge / ad~libs]
(yeah… it’s real like that)
(h~llshot… from the h~llhole)
(dead end… ain’t no light down here)
(f~ck the other side, and f~ck peace, too)
(you feel me?)
(woo… brrrt… grrah!)

[final chorus – slowed down]
this my dead end diary, where they trap with tears (trap)
where the only role models got life in years (facts)
where the babies got beef, and the mamas drink beers
where the hood gon’ cheer when a body disappear (boom!)
where the pain in my pen write death on beats
where the sh~ll casings match what i jot in sheets
this ain’t rap, it’s a warning, from the belly beneath
ain’t no angels here, just h~ll on repeat
[final bar / outro]
“if i don’t make it with this rap, i’m takin’ a soul before i nap…”
(gun c~ck)
(door slam)
(beat fades into eerie wind and echoing synth)
(cut to silence)


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