79 - NXMVD remix
Ayy
Body count higher than my KD
Getting that cash and I'm ballin like i'm Kd
Dissociation constant with these fakers around me
All these 01 snakes talking to me like my name is Eve
STP (yeah yeah), yeah that's me (yeah yeah)
Making beats (yeah yeah) on Guildford streets (yeah yeah)
Ay, made this one in seventy nine minutes
You motherfuckers can't tell me how to do this shit ay
I drop this album make my other ones sound shit
They were cool but nobody listening to it
This new album though, ten songs to get you captivated
It is what it is that's enough to get you activated
Dr Rab and STP
No-one's better than him and me
Yeah we used to start fake beef
But that's in the past so please
Watch us blow up, watch us rise
As we start this enterprise
How many minutes, seventy nine
And it's still fire, what a surprise
0 body count I'm on the sigma grindset
Smegma grindset getting up my cheese ye
New drums ye dr. rab produced it
With sam ye you know that its gonna hit
To be honest non of these bitches good enough
Rather focus on getting my money up
It is what it is I don't really give a fuck
If you don't like it oh my god thats really tough
Boots and cats and boots and cats
I pull out the drums and I put them back like
Sam the person dr. rab
Nother track nother bang
Never miss it never lack
Get that money get that bag
And the gang got my back
And I'm laughing to the bank
With my weed all dank
Can't fuck with it if its wank
Oh my oh my
This track is fire
This heat's a crime
And its no surprise
I'm gone when they tear my flesh, no stone, still sick
Do I look like I care?
Coughing up black blood strains
I'm erased and im bottled up
Saving regrets for my death
Press the fuckin blade against my head, hear the bone crack
Open like a trench, been a pest when the crows cast ash on my skin
When I'm left like this, never come back
Numb to the bullets, graze nerves and i go blank
Boots and cats, got my boots all black
Cut close to the source, eroded it until ash
Torn seams, it's a bitch
Carried on my back, wrapped, need a fix
Wont blink, rest eyes in the mask
Dont need no comprehension
Stranded at the sea
I waste inside, im vacant
When it gets hard to breathe
I'm gone when they tear my flesh, no stone, still sick
Do I look like I care?
Coughing up black blood strains
I'm erased and im bottled up
Saving regrets for my death
I'm gone when they tear my flesh, no stone, still sick
Do I look like I care?
Coughing up black blood strains
I'm erased and im bottled up
Saving regrets for my death
Body count higher than my KD
Getting that cash and I'm ballin like i'm Kd
Dissociation constant with these fakers around me
All these 01 snakes talking to me like my name is Eve
STP (yeah yeah), yeah that's me (yeah yeah)
Making beats (yeah yeah) on Guildford streets (yeah yeah)
Ay, made this one in seventy nine minutes
You motherfuckers can't tell me how to do this shit ay
I drop this album make my other ones sound shit
They were cool but nobody listening to it
This new album though, ten songs to get you captivated
It is what it is that's enough to get you activated
Dr Rab and STP
No-one's better than him and me
Yeah we used to start fake beef
But that's in the past so please
Watch us blow up, watch us rise
As we start this enterprise
How many minutes, seventy nine
And it's still fire, what a surprise
0 body count I'm on the sigma grindset
Smegma grindset getting up my cheese ye
New drums ye dr. rab produced it
With sam ye you know that its gonna hit
To be honest non of these bitches good enough
Rather focus on getting my money up
It is what it is I don't really give a fuck
If you don't like it oh my god thats really tough
Boots and cats and boots and cats
I pull out the drums and I put them back like
Sam the person dr. rab
Nother track nother bang
Never miss it never lack
Get that money get that bag
And the gang got my back
And I'm laughing to the bank
With my weed all dank
Can't fuck with it if its wank
Oh my oh my
This track is fire
This heat's a crime
And its no surprise
I'm gone when they tear my flesh, no stone, still sick
Do I look like I care?
Coughing up black blood strains
I'm erased and im bottled up
Saving regrets for my death
Press the fuckin blade against my head, hear the bone crack
Open like a trench, been a pest when the crows cast ash on my skin
When I'm left like this, never come back
Numb to the bullets, graze nerves and i go blank
Boots and cats, got my boots all black
Cut close to the source, eroded it until ash
Torn seams, it's a bitch
Carried on my back, wrapped, need a fix
Wont blink, rest eyes in the mask
Dont need no comprehension
Stranded at the sea
I waste inside, im vacant
When it gets hard to breathe
I'm gone when they tear my flesh, no stone, still sick
Do I look like I care?
Coughing up black blood strains
I'm erased and im bottled up
Saving regrets for my death
I'm gone when they tear my flesh, no stone, still sick
Do I look like I care?
Coughing up black blood strains
I'm erased and im bottled up
Saving regrets for my death
Credits
Writer(s): Drrab Creditname, Nxmvd Creditname, Nxmvd D, Rabinson Gurung, Samtheperson Creditname, Samuel Moore
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