Blood, Sweat, Fear Lyrics

Blood sweat and fear

That's all that you hear

Grind all day just so I'm clear

I'm the hustler of the year

Nuev mex topic

Ain't no other option

Cutthroat city we gritty

Proceed with caution

We keep it nauseous

Like we tossing vomit

More like bullets when we see a moving target

We like wu when they get the bees to swarming

Top off the hammer at the top of the morning

Burned a house of pain kerosene kept it burning

Entrapment might claim your life nobody mourning

Keep a couple sticks cuz your safety isn't certain

Bang a couple shells BANGARANG when you merkin

I'm badder than fuck

That's new mex shit

One thing certain we not the ones you mess with

It's Impressive

How my skill can quickly make a kill

My jewelry expensive

Now I been frank

Like a Ben frank

That mean 1 Billie

Take the green to the bank

Blood sweat and fear

That's all that you hear

Grind all day just so I'm clear

I'm the hustler of the year

I ain't a simp I'm just Ignorant

Not like I'm stupid I'm more like inconsiderate

Chilled with jet hundreds

Getting gassed by this kid

Who said the krown would never be as good as him

Seen crazy shit

Now nothing surprising

My cousin carried a mouth guard just cuz he loved fighting

He fight like Tyson

Strike you fast as lightning

He barely even hit me and I swear I felt like crying

This shit like fleshgod apocalypse

Vs Superman on the top of metropolis

Barriers broke ain't nobody stoppin it

I'm too focused on the money I don't got yet

I only speak factzes

Like the Ten Commandments

On god mode I wrote this shit on tablets

The southwest savage

Ambulance manage

To keep you alive only after gun damage

Blood sweat and fear

That's all that you hear

Grind all day just so I'm clear

I'm the hustler of the year

I rap how raps supposed to sound

You rap like you got a fuckin gun in your mouth

When I spit solid gold bars come out

You spit that white shit in a porn stars mouth

Now we all know what we talking bout

You don't like the conversation you can walk it out

Don't come back trying to fight me now

If you within 10 feet imma knock you out

Hits on your head arranged for the right price

Gotta be certain if you want it done right

Off the deep end suicide on my life

I drank a fifth of vodka bitch dare me to drive

I call a bitch a bitch

That's what it is

These bitches ain't milfs

They just bitches with kids

Speaking of bitches

Homie gotta get his

Like when Irot fucked up club with a brick

Blood sweat and fear

That's all that you hear

Grind all day just so I'm clear

I'm the hustler of the year