i see blood on the floor i don't enjoy this anymore now please believe me now please relieve me i'm looking for someone able to resist i'm looking for
ain't no gain in rest 12 gauge close range, bloods on my chest I looked into his face, I thought he was my friend My boy had me set up, this wound would
to keep up ballin' when you're on the run I got two kis in my trunk and a shovel Stepped on the one, so now I gots double The shovel's for drama, need
said I used to cut the porch lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on
the mud where they wet you leave in your blood Goin' in flippin' hundreds, get the young blood Show 'em where it go, floatin' on the floor Gettin' more
mud where they wet you, leave you in your blood Going in flipping hundreds get the young Blood Show them where it go Floating on the floor Getting more
it, ain't hear about it If it's money gone, believe we gon' care about Send some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it Leave some blood up in it
will pick the time, to go what Verse one Kadafi like the lyrical father hezzy give me feet if your crucified, like you was Jesus on the floor spreadin
opened and read it, it said we want hustlers Had a Lexus at eighteen, picture that Got a Chevy with pictures on it from pitchin' crack Bitch I know
has passed While he lies in the sand on his back Lookin' through the cracks in the sky sunsets And all drowns in twilight The desert stretches on for
up, but weed calm my adrenaline Roll day on the strip, sk in the crib Hundred crack viles, playin' the benj' Nickel nine gleam, like this armoral-ed up
The Chevy wired got the 24 tires 24 hours wired ain't tired Bottles on floor smoke swirling spirals around the wood panels Every porch got an old man picking on
death multiple times without riggin the deck So I'm well prepped if you just want war There'll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor
like a machine of the team Looking for theme between cracks searching for cream Physical image can never be lost, never be cleverly read Or took on into
fuck you take me for, a joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground
it slides up and down the scale You would think my beats are graduate from Harvard or Yale Strappin' other beats five on his way to the top Havin' radio stations tune 'em up on
