BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS Lyrics

Trap shit way too easy, I don't need practice, I did that with chips

Ran it up, I ain't have to lock my wrist but this shit still a fuckin' risk

Out the way but you a nigga with a lil' status you'll still be in the mix

Put yourself last and vouch for them they still a hit your bitch

10's in my system, bro, I miss em hold on, let me vent

Show love, they show love back then switch like that ain't what they meant

Can't fall for nothing cause it's too much gangsta shit I represent

Take what come with this street shit everything I did, I can't repent

I'm a prodigy, shorty told me I was heaven sent

Trap nigga, that's evident You gotta know a nigga to see why my head like this

Gotta know a nigga never ain't really had shit So I stack my bread like this and I gotta see red like this

Cause everybody ending up dead like this

I've been grown, got shot at 18 Nigga been runnin' it up since I've been home

Member used to throw my dog a bone, now they gone you ain't think I'll come back this strong

Probably thought I was gon' pass the throne

Niggas who ain't want more and all the yons I left they ass alone

I'ma live long, the opps gon' be long lived

Got cameras all four angles, boy don't tweak at the wrong crib

Trappin' out the school, you know I show'll did

You ain't think I was gon' flood the whole city with these bows kid

I'm connected from the east to west, that's what these bows did

Now I can pay for the shit that used to be high, that's what these lows did

Can't speak on the shit these poles did I just be doggin' shit cause I can't trust

that's what these hoes did

Tell you what these drugs did

Ma you made a thug kid that everybody love Remember I was that one kid that nobody fucked with

Now if niggas fuck with me, then I'm gon' give everybody's slugs

Nowadays, it's like everybody thugs

Hope a hoe don't play no mind games

Shit give me a migraine Bro, just hit me, mine came in a perfect time frame

All I need is five plays and I'll be back in five days

I been taxin' as of late, I fell out with my nine plays

Swear to god I ain't lied bout one thing, somehow I just rhyme, man

Want something hit my line, but not a feature, I ain't got time, man

I can't waste my time, and no more lines, I'm on my grind, gang

Remember I kept quiet and quit cryin', then my time came

I prayed for forgiveness and ask God to fix my mind frame, gang

I'm ahead in this shit by a wide range

It's forever fuck em all bitch, nigga

I'm thuggin grill my dying day, nigga