Blood On My Hands (feat. Unknown T)

I've shown too much love, I paid too much homage (Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, don't let me) Don't let me prove I'm on it The suits come tailored, the shoes come polished The food comes flavoured I'll have a morning zoot with the porridge Catch a paigon in the school, run traffic And jump on the roof and bonnet I don't play no instrument, but I made organs move in bodies And when there's an incidence, I make bad boy music from it When me and her are getting intimate I park far so the coupe ain't spotted Huh, huh, different one day prior Di-di-di-different drugs, same buyer Switched it up and aimed higher An-an-an-an-any stick I rub make fire Blood on my hands, crud on my lips Blood on my hands, crud on my lips Blood on my hands, crud on my lips Blood on my hands (mm), crud on my lips (listen) Got blood on my hand ting, burn him up quick Bare airborne blood on the whip I hate when my mates ain't on the same page Don't make this a awkward trip Neighbours on the opp block know when we pull up We pull up and burst off sticks You don't know about running man down with a machine I've seen a man trip up and fold up quick Yo, back then used to rock with a PR But now I got PR 'cause I've gone legit Group bring the wap come, we beat out his whole damn crib Why the opps think they're so damn slick? (Listen) Gang 'nem never trust any bitch, but I still got a few opp chicks Bare gyal got bare temptations I might just fuck up his home with his miss No games out here 'til the sun up Tried to play runouts, we're still gonna turn up My man's tryna call 'round the gang Negotiating 'bout the pack, tell him, "Shut up" If you ain't outside putting in work then you gotta cough up Our shooters ain't got blood on their hands Your nigga got caught, shut the fuck up (baow, baow, baow, baow) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (listen) Which one of them's lacking respect? Pray I find one of them lacking, a man get a lash in his head Bang in the face, slash in the neck That one there's not deep enough, splash him again Woke up with a dry throat and a blade in my hand, mm I'm too bloodthirsty It's either I slide on my own or find out the hard way Who's trustworthy I just came back from the future I know what happened, I'm two months early Smile or crocodile teeth, not one of them two come pearly (my God) Every one of your lyrics are make-believe I'm surprised how many fans you've made believe (gulible, gulible, gulible) Mask on my face, it may be me All you need's two letters from the alphabet, A and B You ain't been in the field If you ain't never knocked on your bredrin's door With blood on your bare hands, I told bro I did a mad ting nearby, now I need something to wear fam Them boy tryna retaliate before a tear lands, can't spare man They're just making up numbers, they're just one bag, a spare man Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Blood on my hands, crud on my lips (oh, hey, hey) Will all great Neptune's oceans wash this blood clean from my hand? (No) This my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine Making the green one red (Oh, hey, hey, hey) (Oh, hey, hey, hey) (Oh, hey, hey, hey) (Oh, hey, hey, hey)