Till the Sun Down Aho Ssan (Ft. ​clipping. & Resina)

[Verse]

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It's like to get broke
So you cope with the choking
The throat is rope-burnt
The voice of death note
And these folk be be-spoken your art
Like you would ever be speaking to them
Like they would ever be speaking to you
No they would never be seen in your skin
But they be dipped in your speech like a suit
It ain't made for they frame
They don't know it hang loose
They never even sweat off the ill-fit
They just dysmorph your body of work
They should really expect you to kill shit
But they choose pitchfork and commence to twerk
Like it don't look ridiculous
Well shit
Go ahead, it's more head [?]
And my wet cheeks
No sleep, no bed, no more red lights
It's no driving, just red eye flights
And no more Mr. Nice
No more misses
Only hits for kids
That's the business
Welts on face and belt marks on ribs
It's praise for abuse, love
The way you live it
So they don't have to
Smile full of gold for the camera
The diamonds you're owed are as old as the land that was stolen
The mind; it was time to collect
That's the gun to the side of your neck
What