Feed and bleed em slowly
Feed and bleed em slowly
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
I was sitting in the studio, 'bout to lace another banger
When I heard a voice from strangers saying
17-stones, let it be known
Bleed em slow
Danger, and the vibes they sent was anger
Told me serve em like a waiter, cause they know I do not cater
What you thought I wasn't going off on this shit
I spit the sickest in the city, ain't nobody f*ckin wit me, and they don't cause they hella fictitious
I give em the business, tried to work with niggas but they Dennis the menace, I end em, relentless
So quit all ya bitchin, I put you in position but you niggas don't listen, like kids In, the kitchen
I'm finished with this shit, tried to show love, but the way it's set up, if you ain't a part of the clique then
They watch from a distance, with no recognition, but I don't give a f*ck as I continue to kill this, I
Bleed em slow
Have no forgiveness, ask me why I'm so cold
Probably cause most of these nigga in the game is wack, and act like they holding that glow
That's why I'm solo and my dough grow, and I spit clean like I flow soap
And yo hoe said she wanna pogo on my pole slow for that logo
F*ck no
Close the door, smoke and the light that's dim
Went and took a seat, rolled a sweet, cracked a b, played a beat, and proceeded to write with such grim
Cause
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
I used to be humble, somewhat of a nice guy
Money on the double, you would think I was selling white pies
Never got caught up, I told the coppers nice try
Play me for a joke, I'll have them folks up in yo house like
Bleed em slowly
He don't know me, but she's the homie
So she told him keep it cool, cause a nigga act a fool when he grip the .40
I ain't talking OE, I'm talkin' bout a caliber
That a rip ya whole team, emotionally damage ya
Eliminate family over technicalities, got a tech and some Cali' weed and I'm ready to handle ya
Man I'm sick of these amateurs and they bullshit tactics, never progressing because they do shit backwards
Voices keep telling me I should do it with madness, killing the competition, I do it for practice
Who's asking questions, used to be cool, now I'm past aggression
Mass depression got me stressing, learned my lesson, never test the kid with the Smith and Wesson
I ain't here for flexing or the second guessing, spittin' this shit like a chest congestion
Permanent sleep in the bed they rest in
Serving em up, bed and breakfast
Hope you got the message, cause I'm not the one you wanna play with
Don't ask for nothing, I'll take it, and you cant f*ck with Stones, so don't say shit
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
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Feed and bleed em slowly
Feed and bleed em slowly
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
I was sitting in the studio, 'bout to lace another banger
When I heard a voice from strangers saying
17-stones, let it be known
Bleed em slow
Danger, and the vibes they sent was anger
Told me serve em like a waiter, cause they know I do not cater
What you thought I wasn't going off on this shit
I spit the sickest in the city, ain't nobody f*ckin wit me, and they don't cause they hella fictitious
I give em the business, tried to work with niggas but they Dennis the menace, I end em, relentless
So quit all ya bitchin, I put you in position but you niggas don't listen, like kids In, the kitchen
I'm finished with this shit, tried to show love, but the way it's set up, if you ain't a part of the clique then
They watch from a distance, with no recognition, but I don't give a f*ck as I continue to kill this, I
Bleed em slow
Have no forgiveness, ask me why I'm so cold
Probably cause most of these nigga in the game is wack, and act like they holding that glow
That's why I'm solo and my dough grow, and I spit clean like I flow soap
And yo hoe said she wanna pogo on my pole slow for that logo
F*ck no
Close the door, smoke and the light that's dim
Went and took a seat, rolled a sweet, cracked a b, played a beat, and proceeded to write with such grim
Cause
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
I used to be humble, somewhat of a nice guy
Money on the double, you would think I was selling white pies
Never got caught up, I told the coppers nice try
Play me for a joke, I'll have them folks up in yo house like
Bleed em slowly
He don't know me, but she's the homie
So she told him keep it cool, cause a nigga act a fool when he grip the .40
I ain't talking OE, I'm talkin' bout a caliber
That a rip ya whole team, emotionally damage ya
Eliminate family over technicalities, got a tech and some Cali' weed and I'm ready to handle ya
Man I'm sick of these amateurs and they bullshit tactics, never progressing because they do shit backwards
Voices keep telling me I should do it with madness, killing the competition, I do it for practice
Who's asking questions, used to be cool, now I'm past aggression
Mass depression got me stressing, learned my lesson, never test the kid with the Smith and Wesson
I ain't here for flexing or the second guessing, spittin' this shit like a chest congestion
Permanent sleep in the bed they rest in
Serving em up, bed and breakfast
Hope you got the message, cause I'm not the one you wanna play with
Don't ask for nothing, I'll take it, and you cant f*ck with Stones, so don't say shit
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
Feed and bleed em slowly
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
I was sitting in the studio, 'bout to lace another banger
When I heard a voice from strangers saying
17-stones, let it be known
Bleed em slow
Danger, and the vibes they sent was anger
Told me serve em like a waiter, cause they know I do not cater
What you thought I wasn't going off on this shit
I spit the sickest in the city, ain't nobody f*ckin wit me, and they don't cause they hella fictitious
I give em the business, tried to work with niggas but they Dennis the menace, I end em, relentless
So quit all ya bitchin, I put you in position but you niggas don't listen, like kids In, the kitchen
I'm finished with this shit, tried to show love, but the way it's set up, if you ain't a part of the clique then
They watch from a distance, with no recognition, but I don't give a f*ck as I continue to kill this, I
Bleed em slow
Have no forgiveness, ask me why I'm so cold
Probably cause most of these nigga in the game is wack, and act like they holding that glow
That's why I'm solo and my dough grow, and I spit clean like I flow soap
And yo hoe said she wanna pogo on my pole slow for that logo
F*ck no
Close the door, smoke and the light that's dim
Went and took a seat, rolled a sweet, cracked a b, played a beat, and proceeded to write with such grim
Cause
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
I used to be humble, somewhat of a nice guy
Money on the double, you would think I was selling white pies
Never got caught up, I told the coppers nice try
Play me for a joke, I'll have them folks up in yo house like
Bleed em slowly
He don't know me, but she's the homie
So she told him keep it cool, cause a nigga act a fool when he grip the .40
I ain't talking OE, I'm talkin' bout a caliber
That a rip ya whole team, emotionally damage ya
Eliminate family over technicalities, got a tech and some Cali' weed and I'm ready to handle ya
Man I'm sick of these amateurs and they bullshit tactics, never progressing because they do shit backwards
Voices keep telling me I should do it with madness, killing the competition, I do it for practice
Who's asking questions, used to be cool, now I'm past aggression
Mass depression got me stressing, learned my lesson, never test the kid with the Smith and Wesson
I ain't here for flexing or the second guessing, spittin' this shit like a chest congestion
Permanent sleep in the bed they rest in
Serving em up, bed and breakfast
Hope you got the message, cause I'm not the one you wanna play with
Don't ask for nothing, I'll take it, and you cant f*ck with Stones, so don't say shit
I was sitting in a dark room, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I've been trying to work with rappers, but it seems like they don't notice
I feed and bleed em slowly
I was staring out the window, and I started hearing voices
Feed and bleed em slowly
I guess I'm all out of options, so my only other choice is
To feed and bleed em slowly
Writer: Reginald Holloway
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