The Blood (Special Version) Lyrics

Proud of you, Proud of you, Proud of you, Proud of you, Proud of you, Proud of you, Proud of you

Had low life, but I'm still the man, Me and Death, we can't go against them

I ride them all the way, then you advance, How do we cash on the game

Three blocks away to get the fame

Bars, bush, polish my skin, A globe roll through the window

I see myself getting sick, Stuck in many reasons to live

A dark cloud on my veins, Tripped on an aeroplane

Somebody lost his friend, On another daylight

Fake down the block, Yeah, I hit down the block

Then I show you I'm the one, Yeah, I show you I'm the one

Yeah, I hit, shot your block, Then I hit, dot your block

Yeah, I show you I'm the one, Yeah, my nigga I'm the one

Yeah, I hit, dot your block

What you calling from? Why you calling lot of people

This is really awesome, The blotto, yeah, the blotto

The blood, yeah, the blotto, The blood, yeah

The blood, yeah, The blotto, yeah

The blood, yeah, The blotto, yeah

Bottles getting every summer, yeah, we get drunk

The blood yeah, The blotto, yeah

Pissed off, I just hit up with a switch

Now I call all my thugs, yeah

And the blood gon' surf around the moon, yeah

We gon' go all around like the crew, yeah

Pebble Dean, Pebble D's, Pebble Habits, yeah

I'ma take it back, foreign heights, yeah

We took it outside the hood, now we throw it back

Hit down the block, yeah, I hit down the block

Then I show you I'm the one, yeah, I show you I'm the one

Yeah, I hit, chat your block, then I hit, dot your block

Yeah, I show you I'm the one, yeah, my nigga, I'm the one

Yeah, I hit, dot your block

What you calling from? Why you calling lot of people

This is really awesome, The blotto, yeah, the blotto

The blood, yeah, the blotto

The blood , yeah, the blotto

The blood, yeah, the blotto