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Zeds Dead ft. Omar Linx - Out For Blood
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zeds Dead
Zeds Dead
Performer
Omar LinX
Omar LinX
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Mast
Evan Mast
Composer
Mike Stroud
Mike Stroud
Composer

Lyrics

Yeah, uh, yeah I've been left for dead, hung to dry, I've been out the count From out the womb, out the school, right to out the house (the house) And no one picked me up, they told me I would I never get it (get it) So I just took it, now I want my muh'fucking credit (credit) Ain't never gonna change my course Full speed, tunnel vision, I'm a racin' horse I aim to kill, don't play for sport I don't know what it is y'all waitin' for Nobody gonna hold your hand I did it, I stole my chance, I took it and ran I played them all I took a stand Y'all small, y'all shook, y'all played the stan Fuck all your plans, go ahead, go call your mans Might as well call the ambulance I'll break you down, I'll take you out Y'all never really had a chance, I'm sorry Want more? We can take it to war I don't know what the fuck y'all take me for I'll gamble mine, I'll take what's yours I'll pull your plug from life support (yeah) I stayed hungry, nothin' changed me, call me Young Shady I don't give a fuck either way, no, pay me I've been involved, I played the part, I took the hits I did it all, the waiting's off, now gimme this (gimmie this) I thought I told you Zeds Dead, Zeds Dead, Zeds See, I could quit now and be a chump, muh'fucker But I'd rather reload and just dump, muh'fucker They all waggin' their fingers, hatin', laughin', they think they'd break me Half of 'em couldn't keep my pace if I was out there waitin' I always hear 'em doubtin', they don't know shit about me They won't respect you 'til you're hoppin' in that brand new Audi But if it's hell they want, they got it, baby, Satan's present I just hope they don't mind the heat all for the sake of Heaven I've come to get it, out for blood, I am done pursuin' The time is now, so they focus on just how I do it I'm outta place, outta hand, outta space And this bottle in my hand got me feelin' out my face So you barely made the game, I'll make the season play You can't handle the moment, I'm here to seize the day Gimme this Just let it take you away I thought we told you Zeeds Dead See, I could quit now and be a chump, muh'fucker But I'd rather reload and just dump, muh'fucker Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah I'm busy in the clouds, you in a cloud of dust I'm in the G5, you missed the crowded bus But I don't mean no harm, I'd rather work the beat I knock out every day, but never hurt the weak I stay inspired, my hunger keepin' the fire livin' I cook ambition, you are what you eat, so I'm ambitious My vision vivid, I see the mission as clear as day Just take a listen, it's business, homie, I'm on my way See, I could quit now and be a chump, muh'fucker But I'd rather reload and just dump, muh'fucker
Writer(s): Evan Mast, Mike Stroud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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