paroles de chanson rewind ! - GTF Official feat. CHILD RESISTANT

I'm the nigga, turn somebodies something into nothing
Kriss Kross my path and that gravity get you jumping
Run it run it back
Your intuition is fronting
Post outside his pad
Hit the rewind button
All my little birdies chirping, saying burn him near my area
Dawg you need to hurt him, dawg we heard him better perish him
Pop ya bubble, got the shovel, down the rubble, demons burry him
He Ariel, out in heaven
Sleeping with the fishes
What you doing when your genes start pushing you out of your britches
He flying to the golden gates, he diving off of bridges
He lying bout his bitches, all his commas and his businesses
That ain't my business man, we serving live sentences
I ain't here to judge you dawg, my purpose to get rid of him
He mental-prison bound, to the all the bars I administer
These written scriptures I been scribbling made me the minister
It's critical to say that I'm a god ain't hypocritical
It's logic

These niggas wanna talk that shotty shit
I let the shotty spit
It seems to me you do the opposite
Then skip the consequence
Talk too confident we snatch ya oxygen, anonymous
I name my choppa ominous so niggas know what time it is
Okay I come through and faces get broke
On wax on and off
These niggas tones is soft
They too cautious
I came to yo home and barked
You standoffish
And if I get that chrome to spark
You lose conscious

Man needs to change his fucking attitude
Who you think you talking to
2k on your shoes
Bump this shit right out the roof
Hoes in bonaroo
Dropping in on parachutes
Smoking off the boof trynna get a few
Got some Gucci clothes I don't fuck with that
Bitches on the nose got a heart attack
Bitches talk their shit now I'm talking back
Shit was counterfeit for some Cadillacs

Come on little boy you gonna talk now
Feel a bust still gone have to walk down
Walk walk walk walk
Come to your dorm now you not a chalk chalk chalk
Shoulda hit the gym more
Shoulda hit the gun store
Now your forehead got a mother fucking bullet hole
Cut my hair into mullet hoe
A bitch still gonna pull it though

So keep in mind
That bleeding minds
And all my dawgs on demon time
I up that mop and bleed ya mind
I up that mop and hit rewind
Ya life gone stop and hit rewind
Ya spine gone pop and you recline
It's best you talk behind the line
Or watch yo block get Columbined