blood on my hands (feat. CHSKA & Kaeden Dhu)
Don Forty Five
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I'm not an Angel I'm just a Sinner My wings are cut off Halos broken, my skin's breaking into chalk I look up the sky there's nothing to see All vision just in red, where could I be? Where could I be? No, oh no I fell from, from heaven, no I'll look for you I'll drag you in the Underworld with me You can't run, can't run away from me You're not immortal You'll burn in the depths of Hell with me Sing with the fallen, sing for the broken All souls all dead We lead the burning Sing with the fallen, sing for the broken All souls all dead We lead the burning You can run, you can hide, you can laugh, you will cry You're tied to my hip, never gonna leave my side Serve me forever, praise me forever Blood on my hands Follow my commands Leave them on you Let's see what you'll turn to Break her heart leave the crib (Break her heart) Blood on my hands I ain't shit (Blood on my hands) And I really be off the shits (Off the shits) And I really be off the grid (Off the grid, yeah) Give a f*ck bitch I'm narcissistic (Aah) Out my body bitch I'm goin' ballistic (Bitch I'm gone) All my bitches tell me that I'm egotistic Takin' xannies to the face like I'm tryna, die 30K in a week (Yeah!) All my bitches on fleek (Fleek) I'm a Ghost I'm a Reaper Pop a xan roll my reefer High as shit like Khalifa Got CHSKA on the feature (Sinner!) Plug callin' from the beeper (Brrrr!) Ain't never gonna change for a bitch (Nu-uh) Ain't never gonna change I'm still the shit (Shit!) Every verse a brick (Brick!) Cocaine when I spit (Blaow!) Balenciaga jacket on me look at all the racks that I spent Got all this blood on my hands (Aah) You know your boy in demand I mean it's time I got dirty They inflict all this pain now they hurting Too busy breaking the bread You made your point, make your bed Feel like I'm better off dead Your arguments making no sense Man, man I'm going mad, I'm going bad Avoiding the xans, throwing my hands N***** tryna double cross me N***** tryna Hyman Roth me 2 Chainz on me like Tity Boi From H Town, still run the city boy Got that heat on me, make you shitty boy This a Compact, ain't no Kiddie Toys (What!) I'm with my crew We tight like a noose Got nothing to lose We something to prove Music so loud yeah the roof start to cave Feds at the door screaming "This is a Raid" They be on 5 but I be on 10 Took her on vacay with two of her friends Call her Pia Mia cause we do it again Again and again and again N***** snappin' like Kodak Had to take another Prozac These n***** tryna hold me back Ain't nobody finna hold me back (Aah) Yeah nobody finna hold me back Nobody finna hold me back (What!)
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Written by: Kaeden Dhu, Kaeden Kaeden Dhu, Ma Francesca Bernardo, Ma Frecesca Bernardo, Nuri Junup
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