paroles de chanson Pick And Choose - Young Pressure

You have a standard you pick and choose no win or lose
It's mutual kill em like a funeral I'm already dead
So who the fuck you soon to fool
I'm the mother fucking man kid knew it their is newer news
On my mind I try to refrain from
Pills on my brain going back to the same ones
Honestly I'm rotting me until my day comes
You possibly a B while I make runs
Getting right to the bands like I take drums
Don't advice in my plans I'ma stay high no time to land
Off a xan off these bitches talking off they mother fucking conscience
Hide behind the door I'ma locksmith
Bitch I'm hard and fire now my cocks lit
Feeling too obnoxious
Give me your baby so I can put a fucking bomb in
Blowing up ya family something like ya mom's trend
Ken you ain't got sense I'ma say hell no
It's funny now you going down that pain pill road
Laughing while I'm writing no hesitation I got desperation
Doctor I think I met the patient it is both of us
But I'm crazy you aggravate me know it is up nah probably never
To say get a job this is mine to haunt forever
Pick and choose you don't gotta identity what the hell
What the fuck is God sending me
Bodies pile so for awhile just don't mention me
Everyday is a panic but always stable work
I'ma put this paper together no stapler
Words don't mean a thing why you fatal hurt
I was writing tables turned now I'm flipping the shit back
Keep my name in ya mouth get yo bitch slapped
Dying out every second time this diss track
Wasn't part of anything that it was coming to
Learning you a two face hasn't been something new
I got sole in this rap like I am stuck in shoes
Cold to the bone you is what I am cutting through
No butcher I'ma cook her in some fucking soup