Lyrics:
(free big Gucci Mane), bitch, I'm Blood
Blood in, Blood out (blatt), pull up, drop top Viper (woo)
Cuz in, cuz out (cuz), blue suit followed by
for more
I'm gonna steal your heart
I'm gonna drink you till I drown drown drown, until you feel bled out
The heart will not stop
Lay by your side
bled from all of the pain
They left me for dead, I might need a med, I should've just fled, now I got stains yeah
I resurrected like Lazarus right by
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
cried, All the blood that we bled
All the sleep that we lost, All that shit ain't coming back
Feeling like a Lamborghini with my hands up
I been tryna get
concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk
And then feel
free now
And He bled out so I'm bleeded up
And He bled out so I'm bleeded up
I'm bleeded up, no typo
And I'm cleansed by the blood like a white coat
You
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
Blood is spread
Blood is bled
That I know
The world will never know peace til reign millennial
Isolate myself with beats
You sipping lean I'm sipping tea
So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Youngsta he said "big homie I'm with you to the death"
I told him "its CMG we go to war we never ask for help"
Bands on deck like a high school
Blood
Know you my dog, nigga we blood for real
Know we gon ball, soon as they plug da bills
Nigga that's law, never no daffodils
Can't be all soft,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Up on the cross where he bled
Check the crown on his head
Yeah they thought he was dead
Check in the grave he ain't dead
Freed by the words that he
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not
when wi enter
Avatar mi a blood, fire bender
Spiritual stock investor
Tek territory, real estate venture
Wi pray wid intent
Do it by faith uncommon sense
in my blood
But you don't see that though
I'm the type that when you see me
I'm like how are you
I give you what I can
I never wanna see you lose
You
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit
Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard
like dog wit bones
Smoking, Smoking
Gas, Gas
Toting, Toting
Bands, Bands
Them niggas ain't real like me
Buffalo got them bills like me
I just don't talk
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Uh
I guess they mad that we got these crowns on our heads
Yeah them hoes angry, yup they seeing red
They claim they coming for blood, but a bitch
Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
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