Letras
I heard that he's a full blown atheist
5 siblings and a single mum
It's a easy one
Brudda ima get him done
In the slums
Send my demons out to where he's from
He ain't got nowhere to run
Not even to his drum
I got spirits on the block
And I supply the drugs
He don't know that I'm the plug
He distributing for me
Selling death
I sell him dreams
That he can touch a milly
For the money
He go silly
Cah his mummy needs it
Bills stacking up
He desperately need the p's quick
Definitely tweaking
Got him where I need him
Someone line this youte
If I don't duppy man now
He'll be a problem soon
Back then
It should I've been his life
Gone in the womb
Prematurely born dead
How did he pull through
God knows
But Ima dead him
And his family too
Arghh listen
Him
And his family are sleeping tonight darg
No lay lay ting mandem
It's either you're riding or you're not
Oi listen
It's either you're on this ting or you're not cuz
Either way I'm getting him down
It's about time we duppy this youte
From the womb he should I've been dead
Oi bun this talking ting man
What you man moving like
You on this ting or not
Yo brudda it's KC
Thought you're gon line me
Ok we'll see
Swear you done your research
You know my cv
You already know
I'll bun your skin like it's deep heat
I ain't with the chatting darg
Really been knees deep
No longer pushing weight
Like a retired PT
But I got this blade
Slice a man into 3 piece