paroles de chanson Slim 2 None - Trey Posey

Pop out and stunt
Y'all better run
I want my love
Easier said than
Easier said than done
Aye, I get shit done
Under the sun
Fore life is done
I want my, I want my ones
Aye survival is slim to none

Cold outside, tear drops, need a Raincoat
Running from demons like Usain Bolt
Life's a blessing til they take those Yeah
All fun in games til they take yours Yeah
Everybody fled so they know wassup
For the homies dead, they gon pour It up
Used to have friends now it's four of Us
Killers outside and they loaded up, Loaded up, loaded up
Mind moving fast
Hope I don't crash
Ops on my ass
Foot on the gas
Run
Fore life is done
I want my ones
Easier said than done
Mind moving fast
Hope I don't crash
Ops on my ass
Foot on the gas
Run
Fore life is done
I want my ones
Survival is slim to none

Nowhere to run
They toting the guns for fun
Like it's funny, they wanted for Killing begun, blood, no air left in Lungs
Stunned
Proceed with caution
Road to go higher
They plotting to shoot out my tires
Locked in my mind
Spitting through the barb wire
Tryna find my desires
They call me quiet so we just

Turning up the sound to listen
Hop right up, knock down the Mission
Stuck in mud, I'm bound to fix it
Got love for the town, the city
Too late, look around the vision
People fake I found the fiction
Lives lost, they not found they Missing
I'm lost, shit forgot to mention

Cold outside, tear drops, need a Raincoat
Running from demons like Usain Bolt
Life's a blessing til they take those Yeah
All fun in games til they take yours Yeah
Everybody fled so they know wassup
For the homies dead, they gon pour It up
Used to have friends now it's four of Us
Killers outside and they loaded up, Loaded up, loaded up
Mind moving fast
Hope I don't crash
Ops on my ass
Foot on the gas
Run
Fore life is done
I want my ones
Easier said than done
Mind moving fast
Hope I don't crash
Ops on my ass
Foot on the gas
Run
Fore life is done
I want my ones
Survival is slim to none

Losing the grip
Weather the storm gotta move Through the mist
Chip on my shoulder
Yeah I need to dip
Leave all the chips on the table
And shit, shit
Live through the pain
The flames is still lit
Pitches to hit, aim over the fence
Going through phases
Stages and pages life yeah
I make it flip aye

Turning up the sound to listen
Hop right up, knock down the Mission
Stuck in mud, I'm bound to fix it
Got love for the town, the city
Too late, look around the vision
People fake I found the fiction
Lives lost, they not found they Missing
I'm lost, shit forgot to mention

Cold outside, tear drops, need a Raincoat
Running from them demons like Usain Bolt
Til they take those yeah
All fun in games til they takes yours Yeah
Cold outside, tear drops, need a raincoat
Running from them demons like Usain Bolt

Uh
We ain't regular, built different
Raising up the temperatures
And the bars they built prisons with
Structure cellular
Voices still whispering
It's like hell in here
Heart still shivering
We need light, something specular
Cause I am guilt tripping
Feel responsible for certain deaths
Is it possible that bringing them back Is way too far fetched
Wouldn't say I'm scared of death
Scared to see what's next
Can I recollect the feeling of
Taking a breath
If the rest of time is filled with regret Then let me rest
Soft spoken cause the ones who act Hard and do the most
Be the ones who die and got they Family choked up
You know what
But it's always the good ones to go
I hope the ones who killed em go real Fucking slow
For me, I take notes
For needing to cope
Back on the ropes
Losing no hope
Only God knows
I need him most
I know I'm broke
Into pieces
With no peace invoked
We on the battle front
Everyone's life has to come to an end
So survival's slim to none