Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hell’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Uh, uh
We use to wear rugged boots, now it’s all tailored suits
Audemars Piguets for my criminal recruits
Champagne flutes, bumpin’ rhythm and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rulesm I’ll abide by it soon
See the situation we sophisticated goons
I know you live by the gun then you die by it too
Niggas call me prophecy, swagging and philosophies
White on white wagon, call that motherfucker Socrates
Rat ass niggas, fighting for a block of cheese
Catch me out in China stunting, yeah, I’m ’bout my guapanese
My shoe game serious, so serious, Wapanese
Niggas say I’m blessed, my bad I forgot to sneeze (Achoo)
There your reasons go, bitch
I got some tissues for your issues tell ’em blow this (bitch)
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin’ every day down, waitin’ on me long
You know your way? Where you headin’ now?
Me, I want everything (bitch) it won’t take me long
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin’ every day down, waitin’ on me long
You know your way? Where you headin’ now?
Me, I want everything (bitch) it won’t take me long
Roger, Roger, tell ’em roger that
It’s the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It’s the Rocky cap, turn my swag on, holla back
Throw a dollar at a bidd-itch, tell her suck my di-dick
‘Cause they hatin on my cli-dick, ’cause we made it when we did it
Hate it ’cause they didn’t
My mama always told me keep your mind on your money, boy you better pay attention
Ride with the pretty nigga, hoopty, no chauffeur
Paint lookin’ like a drippin’ smoothie, no coaster
The game’s full of posers, big dog bulldozer
Pop up on ’em like toasters, wake ’em up like Folgers
‘Cause Heaven need a villain like Hell need a newer idol
You could bet the crib and car, just renew the title
For now I’m po-pimpin’ like them Do or Die dudes
Smoking killa but my doors still suicidal
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin’ every day down, waitin’ on me long
You know your way? Where you headin’ now?
Me, I want everything (bitch) it won’t take me long
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin’ every day down, waitin’ on me long
You know your way? Where you headin’ now?
Me, I want everything (bitch) it won’t take me long
It will hit you on the head
You don’t even gotta hate me now, babe
Just as sheeps get led, oh
You can see where I’m going, oh
How you gonna feel now? You know what they said
Really you know that we don’t come how we get down
Everyone say “Rocky ahead”
They rollin’, do what he said, no they can’t get it wrong
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin’ every day down, waitin’ on me long
You know your way? Where you headin’ now?
Me, I want everything (bitch) it won’t take me long
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin’ every day down, waitin’ on me long
You know your way? Where you headin’ now?
Me, I want everything (bitch) it won’t take me long