paroles de chanson Sickmade - Mist

M-I-S to the fucking t
Shadow on the beat
Yeah

I remember when I caught my bird
Couldn't catch my breath
Thinking about my chase
Feds got left
They had me thinking about my life
Life was a mess
Graveyard visits had a real n#igga stressed
The only thing promised in life is death
I'm going hard till this real n#iggas dead
Daughter turn grown when
I was in the pen
Brought tears to my eyes but i never let them shed
Communicating with the sky
Blazing on my S
Pain in my heart
Weight on my chest
Made the whistle blow
Like say i was a reff
I remember being broke
Now the rooms full of creps
Make the spinner spin round like there spinning decks
Mack 10 squeeze till there ain't nothing left
I was moving hungry
Now I'm getting fed
F#ck with my team get filled up with led
Pussy I was in the green
Mamba by the zed
Now my face is in the scene fucking up the levs
Haze boy daily
Don't f#ck with no chedz
Plus i go gym daily
Don't f#ck with no steds
Fresh home wavey
Blowing on the S
Came from my heart
Straight from my chest
Shutdown manny
Everything blessed
Plus touch down cardiff put the bouncers had a stress pussy