CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Rot Away
Here I stand with my eyes sewn shut
With nothing left but to think what I have become
Voices telling me my future is
Posted on your block
And let them shots bust off into the night
loadin' up the choppa
I be in the [?]
With my [?]
f**kin' around with Death, I'm slicin' through your f**kin' [?]
Everybody wanna talk some sh*t when they come to get it but they don't want none
I don't trust anybody but myself in this sh*t, f**k the sh*t that you on, bruh
I pay respect to the legends, the Triple Six, but I got on my own style
Rest in peace to The Scarecrow and I'm pourin' one up for the mo'f**kin' Koopsta
No, I ain't no hypebeast little b*t*h, tryna jack a flow
I been doin' this since like ten years ago
Breakin' through the f**kin' system and I'm doin' what I need to do
Smokin' on that weed and gettin' lit, like I need to do
I'm killin' you
I heard your sh*t, I ain't feelin' you
If I f**ked with you I prolly would get at you
f**k all the sh*t you do
b*t*h, I'm a g in this whole f**kin' scene
You know what I mean
Come get it [?]
I do the sh*t that a killa do
Ya already know how the killa move
Lo-fi prophet, see me run up on your block with the weapon
Won't stop 'til ya drop, b*t*h
Watch this, motherf**ker, reaper mane gonna swing at yo' neck
And then go chop chop, b*t*h
I been with a clique, I been with my squad, yeah
That's just stopped, b*t*h
I got these visions that pop up whenever I lower my eyelids
and I don't know if I should stay
'Cus [?] talk a lot and I just can't stay sane
to rot away
With nothing left but to think what I have become
Voices telling me my future is
Posted on your block
And let them shots bust off into the night
loadin' up the choppa
I be in the [?]
With my [?]
f**kin' around with Death, I'm slicin' through your f**kin' [?]
Everybody wanna talk some sh*t when they come to get it but they don't want none
I don't trust anybody but myself in this sh*t, f**k the sh*t that you on, bruh
I pay respect to the legends, the Triple Six, but I got on my own style
Rest in peace to The Scarecrow and I'm pourin' one up for the mo'f**kin' Koopsta
No, I ain't no hypebeast little b*t*h, tryna jack a flow
I been doin' this since like ten years ago
Breakin' through the f**kin' system and I'm doin' what I need to do
Smokin' on that weed and gettin' lit, like I need to do
I'm killin' you
I heard your sh*t, I ain't feelin' you
If I f**ked with you I prolly would get at you
f**k all the sh*t you do
b*t*h, I'm a g in this whole f**kin' scene
You know what I mean
Come get it [?]
I do the sh*t that a killa do
Ya already know how the killa move
Lo-fi prophet, see me run up on your block with the weapon
Won't stop 'til ya drop, b*t*h
Watch this, motherf**ker, reaper mane gonna swing at yo' neck
And then go chop chop, b*t*h
I been with a clique, I been with my squad, yeah
That's just stopped, b*t*h
I got these visions that pop up whenever I lower my eyelids
and I don't know if I should stay
'Cus [?] talk a lot and I just can't stay sane
to rot away
