Blood in The Water

Intro

Haha, ay serious though, ayy

Look (look), west coastin' it (uh)

Uh, let it bang (let it bang)

Let it, let it bang (yeah)

Hol' up, ha

Verse

Ever since this vision, they wishin' me washed up

But they should know better, my coldest when water stuck

Froze from the trauma, I froze all your waters up

And happy farmers writin' arguments, y'all ever harvest blood?

They hate to see me get it, but love to see me spend my crumbs

They see me run it, but they rather see me sayin' nothin'

Sideline hatred warmin' up as I straight the function

Movin' a tide, can't get tide down whenever the

Water work, break your rebirth, I've been worse

Worse come to worse, sooner or later, dam burst

This blood, sweat, tears involved, you've been warned

Document your water affairs, it's in worse

And lately, I been calm, so they miscalculatin'

The moment because they never witness pure motivation

I moved in, and big Benz talkin' irritate 'em

You should mind your own business like you diversified money statement

You know I'm worth it, I got it written in black and white

I would sign it, but I could summarize it in namicides

They rather hate, they say it's wrong 'cause I'm livin' right

Across the line, draw more rounds than the dotted lines

At times that they could buy you a clip, they'll buy dem fishin' poles

And try to throw it up online, but a fishin' old

The true charge, got a mission flowin' like life without parole

That's why I'm so serious with this here chosen

Chorus

Ever since this vision, they wishin' me washed up

But they should know better, my coldest when water stuck

Froze from the trauma, I froze all your waters up

And happy farmers writin' arguments, y'all ever harvest blood?

They hate to see me get it, but love to see me spend my crumbs

They see me run it, but they rather see me sayin' nothin'

Sideline hatred warmin' up as I straight the function

Mov

Verse

Dreamin' my demise, take a number, get in line

Every verse finetuned as a 745

More like a Bentley since Mushy passed the torch

Direct lines to the baggy, that was third world Forbes

Carry my baggage on the plane, no fraud on my corpse

My palms press that blue button, pure turbo force

It's a cold-ass world in a lime-slime Porsche

Pushin' 200 torque outside of the Newports

It's new big Glocks with a pop of the drum

Pink Soviet cognac on the tip of my tongue

Old school Pirellis on the hottest of hoods

Back to the future, Zone 2 to the woods

Uh, I'll line it up like headshots

Ain't even leave my legs crossed but they really got me egged on

So now I'm the type that let the lead pop

And they off the rockers, now they Freed, like a Redbox

I send that missile, something you can't get your hands on

And leave you with a dome on lepra' from gettin' scanned on

Parched for the victory lap and I only ran once

So next time you ask about revenge, know it's been ran, what?

Bridge

Out ya mind

Lost your time

Wishin' hella hard on my misery

Guns, paper, and bitches

Fought so hard and I fought so long for this life

Fought so hard and I fought so long for this life

Out ya mind

Lost your time

Wishin' hella hard on my misery

Guns, paper, and bitches

Fought so hard and I fought so long for this life

Fought so hard and I fought so long for this life

Outro

Speakin' on the (Ayy, couldn't lack after I got a taste of the finer shit)

Shit torches (Yeah)

Got a taste of the finer shit