Lyrics:
Si? Ça the ti? Kom pa gangstera
Po nuk je ti do me bo rrep
Po ti nuk di mbylle gojen
Dhe mos fol ti si? Ça the ti?
Kom pa gangstera po nuk je ti
Do
the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Lord, it's the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Now, it's-a slow consumption
An it's killin' you by
Ho hold the phone
I can tell yousa broke one by ya tone
So leave me alone, that pussy worthless
It's you it ain't me, we ain't workin
Thought I'd be
I been killin shit I gotta stop cause I got hella bodies
I been fuckin bitches I gotta stop man hella bodies
This a massacre gotta kill em he got
You make me feel so alive (Something bout the way you do it)
With you, I'll never be killin' time
No, I'll never be killin' time
You make me feel so
your damn brain if you dare to offend or come at me, I sever your heads with a rap phrase,
Bitch
When I lose it,
I'm bringin' the pain, killin
it's the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Lord, it's the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Now, it's-a slow consumption
An it's
it's the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Lord, it's the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Now, it's-a slow consumption
An it's
the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Lord, it's the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Now, it's-a slow consumption
An it's killin' you by
Livin' in a world ruled by unconsciousness
People killin' each other
If only each one of us would breathe
Before actin' out of fear
My whole life I
mercy
I've been trippin going places
Still killin beat killin
The beat is sick i'm ill killin
Fuck around you get beaten
Me i still dey vex kini
So ro pe
Spit flows rip shows peep the recital
(Skills) Now, you feel it when we drop those
Hot beats stop phoes killin shit we got those
(Skills) It's,
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
never forget
I had a barbeque stain on my white t-shirt,
she was killin' me in that mini skirt,
skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks,
she
a gangsta party
looked at me then she came to party
then the shit popped off, shit popped off
shit popped off, said the shit popped off
nigga's hands in
I need some coffee just to wake me from my dream of a tí
Everytime I see a tí i'm in cloud nine
Every little thing a tí do it's like a dream come
me so I tested my aim
Sent him to the sky but he not on a plane
I'm killin the beats while Opps get slain
SLAY EM
I was setup by this Opp and his main
and made front page
The devil sent me back and now I'm using the same gauge
Killin' like a maniac, livin' like a lunatic
Some would say the strate is sick
avoid black cop
They're killin each other on a East Coast block
Killin each other on a West Coast block
White police, don't give a care about dat
Dem
heard a knock at the door
To my surprise I saw these two familiar eyes
Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me?
She called me by my
Killin new school flows, with an old sound
Homie I'm a GOAT, but they don't really like that pronoun
Acid by the foot, I been trippin bouta mile
born and raised in the dirt and mud, Made a killin off sweat and blood
Took a lickin' like a man it was all God's plan, back then I didn't know what it
Finish Off My Demons
Tis The Season
To Ball For No Reason
Tis The Season
I Finish Off My Demons
(Verse#1)
Ice On Me Freezing
Might Be Anemic
Top
Finish Off My Demons
Tis The Season
To Ball For No Reason
Tis The Season
I Finish Off My Demons
(Verse#1)
Ice On Me Freezing
Might Be Anemic
Top
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