Bloodshed

Na, na, na, na, na
Put my pain on this mic
Put my pain on this mic
Cold, cold world
But it's what you make of it
I just wanna see my gang on
My mama happy

'Cause you know
We came from nothing
So why not try
If we fall at least we ain't gotta have no regrets
But who the fuck said we couldn't make it
Yeah a'ight
Watch me

Wake up sweating from my sleep, but it's fucking cold
Put my pain on a mic, KTE I'm on
I'm with the gang, bitch they seen us and them bitches froze
Step on 'em fast, we got shit stains through our fucking soles
Either the party or the club, we gon' give a show
She flexed up on me before I had it, gave her to my bro
I'm stuck in prison, but my voice
Heard through them fuckin' walls
Aint had no pussy, been a while, I'm all up in her walls

When Luh hot died back in fifteen, we was ducking laws
I called my sister on a phone, twin I'm missing y'all
I gotta plan, just gotta get back in my mode
(I'm) steady grinding, fuck the opps, and fuck them grimey hoes
I'm 2021, this year that's when I pray I'm home
I'm tryna step on these fuck niggas, do it on my own
If no one got me, I know steno he gon' pass the glock
Convicted felon, I was just tryna go score a knot

I did it all for Lee Lee and Precious, swear them my two hearts
I'd rather stack and stay out the way, and let my songshit charts
Put my plaques throughout my home, just to say I made it far
Sometimes I wake from nightmares, loved ones shooting me with darts
If I get killed in the streets, it's 'cause my niggas cut me
Was 'pose to be my nigga, he turned out to be like Chucky
Them types don't need 'em in my lane, I cut 'em off, lil' Buddi
(I had to cut you off) yeah

Pain in my eyes
I done seen so many loved ones die
I been backstabbed way too many times
Probably why they never see it in my eyes
Luh hot, know he keepin' me alive
Lord heal us, save the youth from our demise
Jail calls, hate to hear my mama crying
They be telling me they hear when they lying

Pain in my eyes
I done seen so many loved ones die
I been backstabbed way too many times
Probably why they never see it in my eyes
Luh hot, know he keepin' me alive
Lord heal us, save the youth from our demise
Jail calls, hate to hear my mama crying
They be telling me they hear when they lying

Pull off fast in the lot, laughing 'cause I'm home
Can't shake the block, if you need me, I'll be in the yo'
Pop out in traffic, Balenciagas, two chains, Titty Boy
Them bitches stop like, "Who is that?", her new favorite artist
I'm from the projects, so I flex, 'cause I remember starving
Skrtt off old Nat, slide on B, they screaming twenty-nine
If it's some green between these blue faces, they no longer mine
Shawty take these ones and twenties, they really a waste a time

But damn, tell me what's up witcha shawty, you a dime
And I can't throw my niggas under, I won't drop no dime
Put on my block, and if you starve with me, then you my kind
Put on my niggas, stick together like some Elmer's glue
I'm from the south, this shit get hectic, we made channel two
A bunch of wolves in my pack, you know we trained the go
Most times I cry alone, I can't let 'em see me broke

I'd rather eat last than starve, no sitting on my ass
I'm in my lane, but if they come wrong it's a body bag
I seen what death do to mothers, can't put mom through that
No, you see, I can't put my mama through it
I seen what death do to mothers, can't put mom through that

Nah, nah, nah, nah
Lord just stick with me through all these obstacles
They ain't tryna see me make it
No, no, no, no
Pain in my eyes