HELL LOOKS GOOD ON ME.

[HOOK — IMMEDIATE / CHANT] Hell looks good on me, black fit, gold teeth. Hell looks good on me, bad bitch, no peace. Hell looks good on me, red lights, cold streets. Hell looks good on me, whole damn room freeze. Hell looks good on me, no halo, no leash. Hell looks good on me, say my name—repeat. Hell looks good on me, I'm exactly what you see. Hell looks good on me— HELL LOOKS GOOD ON ME. [VERSE 1 — FAST / TIGHT RHYME] Black coat, black car, black glass, black scene, red eyes, red lights, all gas, no sleep. Cold face, gold chain, sharp grin, clean teeth, walk in, lights dip, whole room freeze. Bad news, bad mood, bad blood, bad breed, too slick, too quick, too hard to read. Talk shit, act tough, then watch me breathe, one look, one step, now you're off your feet. No saints, no prayers, no need to preach, no chains, no rules, no hands on me. You want clean? Better get up and leave. You want sin? Baby, come see. I don't chase, I attract, that's fact, that's me, I don't beg, I replace, that's clean, that's free. You call me a problem? I call that a compliment, you call me a devil? I call that identity. [PRE-HOOK — RHYTHMIC] Six on the clock, six on the screen, six missed calls, six new dreams. Bad little habit, bad little scene, everybody knows— don't fuck with me. [HOOK] Hell looks good on me, black fit, gold teeth. Hell looks good on me, bad bitch, no peace. Hell looks good on me, red lights, cold streets. Hell looks good on me, whole damn room freeze. Hell looks good on me, no halo, no leash. Hell looks good on me, say my name—repeat. Hell looks good on me, I'm exactly what you see. Hell looks good on me— HELL LOOKS GOOD ON ME. [VERSE 2 — DOUBLE-TIME] Wrong door, right night, bad choice, good view, red wine, black lace, eyes locked, no clue. She said, “You're trouble.” I said, “That's true.” She said, “You're toxic.” I said, “Me too.” Fast car, dark road, moon cut through, phone off, lights low, nobody knew. One text, two words— “Come through.” Bad idea? Baby, that's what I do. I got a taste for the danger, a face for the favor, a mouth full of curses, a heart full of vapor. No savior, no favor, no fucking behavior. I came for the chaos— now call me your favorite. I don't need wings, I don't need grace. I don't need heaven when I own this place. If God wants a reason, tell him wait in the queue. If hell wants a problem— tell them Raven came through. [BEAT CUT] And I brought bad news. [HALF-TIME — LOW] Black smoke, red glow. Door locked, I know. Heart cold, eyes low. You came close— now you know. No halo, no soul. No brakes, full control. If I go down— I go down gold. [RAVEN — LOW / SMIRKING] I didn't lose my halo. I just stopped wearing it. [808 DROP] [FINAL VERSE — RAPID / RHYME LOCK] Big talk, big mouth, big claim, big scene, small step, small nerve, when I walk on-screen. Bad boy, bad blood, bad luck, bad dream, whole room looking like they saw something obscene. Black boots, black gloves, black heart, black jeans, red lips, red eyes, red lights, gasoline. One spark, one match, one touch, one scream, now the whole damn night looks like a murder scene. Fuck fear, fuck fate, fuck what you believe, fuck rules, fuck shame, fuck what they perceive. If I want it, I take it, if I leave, I leave, if you thought I was finished— that's a fucking reprieve. [FINAL BUILD — GANG] NO HALO. NO PEACE. NO SAINTS. NO SLEEP. NO HALO. NO LEASH. HELL LOOKS GOOD— HELL LOOKS GOOD— HELL LOOKS GOOD— ON ME. [FINAL HOOK — MAXIMUM] Hell looks good on me, black fit, gold teeth. Hell looks good on me, bad bitch, no peace. Hell looks good on me, red lights, cold streets. Hell looks good on me, whole damn room freeze. Hell looks good on me, no halo, no leash. Hell looks good on me, say my name—repeat. Hell looks good on me, I'm exactly what you see. HELL LOOKS GOOD— ON— ME. [RAVEN — LOW] Tell heaven— don't wait up. [FINAL BASS HIT]