U.b.o.n.g - Thomas shelby. (bleak midwinter) (feat. wavskinny)

I bleed for my fam
So you don't get to judge
When we talking to blood
Strangers you don't get involved
These demons keep coming
I see em all, I see em all
But they finna fall
They're finna get dropped
Cause it's a bleak midwinter
Turn the opps them to sprinters, Jesus Christ
Had to decide, greatness the price
Fuck it alright, I'll pay with my life
They're doubting the vision is alright
Chasing my dreams like they're my opps
Cause it's on sight

Ric flair I'm in love with the woah
Pop smoke with the way
That I woo these women to coming
And joining the crew
Mehn they joining the crew, they do
Life isn't fair so I'm changing the hue
Conquered these mountains still paying my dues
Better beware when I'm lighting my zoot
Someone call a family meeting
These niggas don messed up
I finally caught these niggas slipping
Now we're next up, we gon catch up
No pressure
But touch one of mines
You go see red, Manchester


I bleed for my fam
So you don't get to judge
When we talking to blood
Strangers you don't get involved
These demons keep coming
I see em all, I see em all
But they finna fall
They're finna get dropped
Cause it's a bleak midwinter
Turn the opps them to sprinters, Jesus Christ
Had to decide, greatness the price
Fuck it alright, I'll pay with my life
They're doubting the vision is alright
Chasing my dreams like they're my opps
Cause it is on sight
You don't get to judge
When we talking to blood
Strangers you don't get involved
These demons keep coming
I see em all, I see em all, I see em all

They finna pop and then they drop
Like it's crypto
They jamming my songs in foreign lands
They loving my lingo
They're feeling my fresh
They're loving my swag, boy alinco
Step in the place don't need no, intro
Been a star since the get go
OK back on some serious shi
The Blood of Jesus I pray covers me
My late dad opps they be hunting me
And I pray so it's now funny
How now they run from me
If you want problems
Then don't get involved
Or you finna get punched in
Like these words when I record

Cause it's a bleak midwinter
Turn the opps them to sprinters, Jesus Christ
Had to decide, greatness the price
Fuck it alright, I'll pay with my life
They're doubting the vision is alright
Chasing my dreams like they're my opps
Cause it's on sight

Writers: Peter Sunday

Lyrics © DistroKid

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