Thoughts (Feat. Krept & Konan) – D-block Europe – letras

(BEATFREAKZ…)[Young Adz & Konan:]Yeah, heroinCrack cocaine, she want some more (Skeet, skeet, skeet)MurderersGreen light, see how the blood just pourNo condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it rawLamborghini, suicidal doors (Hee, hee, hee, hee)Trappin’ out OT, suicidal thoughts (She want some more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Patek on my wrist, you know there’s levels to thisYou see the bezel in thisThey wanna smoke, I’m on whatever it isI keep on tellin’ them thisCall up my bro, he got the metal with himHe got the devil in himTrappin’ out foreigns, mmThey don’t want problems, mmFamous but still warring, mmThey don’t want sNigga violate, put him on the front pagenow his mum gotta get a Gofundme pageUp in OT and I’m servin’ the fiendstold my mum « I’ll be back in a couple of days »Wearin’ the same boxers and socksfor a couple of days, couple of daysAll of this stress on my mindI’m surprised that I don’t have a couple of greysRacks on racks on racks on racks on rackson racks on racks on racksCap, that’s cap, that’s cap, that’s capI heard your raps, that’s cap, that’s capI was like seven or eight odd years in the bandobreathing in secondhand crackI was watching Andy injecting heroinI think that’s what made me tapped (Haha)Ate the pussy good from the back (Haha)MAC 11 sittin’ in the bag (Haha)Duct tape, wipe down the sides (Haha) , ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Haha)I’m cold so they call me A SkiI don’t rap on the beat, I just skiAnd I’m still on the corner with the fiendsPSTD and the codeineYeah, heroinCrack cocaine, she want some more (Skeet, skeet, skeet)MurderersGreen light, see how the blood just pourNo condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it rawLamborghini, suicidal doors (Hee, hee, hee, hee)Trappin’ out OT, suicidal thoughts (She want some more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Patek on my wrist, you know there’s levels to thisYou see the bezel in thisThey wanna smoke, I’m on whatever it isI keep on tellin’ them thisCall up my bro, he got the metal with himHe got the devil in himTrappin’ out foreigns, mmThey don’t want problems, mmFamous but still warring, mmThey don’t want smokeStill up in the ends, with the crooks and savsTwo nines on your neck, now you look like AdzRumour has it that you got bricks and thingsCame to your home, pussy, man heard you’re a kitchen kingI’m here with the team, don’t compare me to himI will never sell my soul, I’ma akh, how you mean?Alhamdulillah, arah ma niraheemReally get money in bundlesThem man just gemmin’ itHad suttin’ in my genes that I got from my uncleBut it weren’t inherited (Nah)Step out the Wraith, smile on my face, man try pop my eyesCut a long story short (Short) , man nearly lost his lifeCadet on my neck, have some respsectHoldin’ the set, I go to war if that’s what it tenEntrepreneur, did it correct (Yeah, yeah)Yeah, heroinCrack cocaine, she want some more (Skeet, skeet, skeet)MurderersGreen light, see how the blood just pourNo condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it rawLamborghini, suicidal doors (Hee, hee, hee, hee)Trappin’ out OT, suicidal thoughts (She want some more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Patek on my wrist, you know there’s levels to thisYou see the bezel in thisThey wanna smoke, I’m on whatever it isI keep on tellin’ them thisCall up my bro, he got the metal with himHe got the devil in himTrappin’ out foreigns, mmThey don’t want problems, mmFamous but still warring, mmThey don’t want sI just spent three thou’ on a first date, baby girl, did I spend enough? (Yeah)These bitches, they’re calling me crazybut personally I think I’m generous (Yeah, yeah, yeah)[?] my dick in the cinemathey’re askin’ me « How did I get this far?  » (Nah)Made thousands of pounds out the rental carI was dodging the feds in the fattest carWork so hard, we be running from sleepEspañol, baby girl, say « Si »Losing my mind, I be runnin’ off leanOne more time, baby girl say « Skeet »Please do not question me, I sip lean for PTSDThese demons inside of me, I got demons fightin’ meYeah, heroinCrack cocaine, she want some more (Skeet, skeet, skeet)MurderersGreen light, see how the blood just pourNo condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it rawLamborghini, suicidal doors (Hee, hee, hee, hee)Trappin’ out OT, suicidal thoughts (She want some more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Patek on my wrist, you know there’s levels to thisYou see the bezel in thisThey wanna smoke, I’m on whatever it isI keep on tellin’ them thisCall up my bro, he got the metal with himHe got the devil in himTrappin’ out foreigns, mmThey don’t want problems, mmFamous but still warring, mmThey don’t want s