Blood In the Water
Mind been on a million, that's a mental full of malice
Pouring out this gold, let it drizzle in my chalice
Set fire to the earth, watch me sizzle round the atlas
I hardly sleep, concrete pillows never padded
Grey clouds, black times
White smoke, blue skies
Red eyes, silver linings, purple hearts on my side
Brown skin, still alive
Green heavy on our minds
Found my soul, yellow brick roads was colorized
Now drive slow, don't drive over the double lines
The blind road leads to the fact that trouble lies
Dreams dying, they tryna kill every one of mine
And we don't need the rain, tears fall in the summer time
Guess we'll never know who'll survive in the summer
Just a young stunna, cash money doing numbers
Soon as you go up they wanna plot to put you under
Niggas dying in the summer season
You got it and they don't is just another reason
You flexing just remember, they don't love to see it
Hear the shots, thank God it ain't me or my brothers bleeding
How can I keep my cool in this hell where it's burning?
Where we, roll the dice, come out to 12 and they hurt us
Tryna run us out, ain't coming out to help when they heard us
Then our kind come disrespect where we buried
A week after a mother hugged her son, she held him a service
Cremation got em turning to dust but he ain't deserve it
And still his soul lifted as he fell in the furnace
Where his body and regrets start to melt with his burdens
Ain't no more to gain when the flames come eat us up
Bullets boil skin, now yo gang in need of luck
One match struck a wild fire, keep it tucked
Cause it's summer and it's cold when the season heating up
Guess we'll never know who'll survive in the summer
Just a young stunna, cash money doing numbers
Soon as you go up they wanna plot to put you under
Niggas dying in the summer season
You got it and they don't is just another reason
You flexing just remember, they don't love to see it
Hear the shots, thank God it ain't me or my brothers bleeding
Pouring out this gold, let it drizzle in my chalice
Set fire to the earth, watch me sizzle round the atlas
I hardly sleep, concrete pillows never padded
Grey clouds, black times
White smoke, blue skies
Red eyes, silver linings, purple hearts on my side
Brown skin, still alive
Green heavy on our minds
Found my soul, yellow brick roads was colorized
Now drive slow, don't drive over the double lines
The blind road leads to the fact that trouble lies
Dreams dying, they tryna kill every one of mine
And we don't need the rain, tears fall in the summer time
Guess we'll never know who'll survive in the summer
Just a young stunna, cash money doing numbers
Soon as you go up they wanna plot to put you under
Niggas dying in the summer season
You got it and they don't is just another reason
You flexing just remember, they don't love to see it
Hear the shots, thank God it ain't me or my brothers bleeding
How can I keep my cool in this hell where it's burning?
Where we, roll the dice, come out to 12 and they hurt us
Tryna run us out, ain't coming out to help when they heard us
Then our kind come disrespect where we buried
A week after a mother hugged her son, she held him a service
Cremation got em turning to dust but he ain't deserve it
And still his soul lifted as he fell in the furnace
Where his body and regrets start to melt with his burdens
Ain't no more to gain when the flames come eat us up
Bullets boil skin, now yo gang in need of luck
One match struck a wild fire, keep it tucked
Cause it's summer and it's cold when the season heating up
Guess we'll never know who'll survive in the summer
Just a young stunna, cash money doing numbers
Soon as you go up they wanna plot to put you under
Niggas dying in the summer season
You got it and they don't is just another reason
You flexing just remember, they don't love to see it
Hear the shots, thank God it ain't me or my brothers bleeding
Credits
Writer(s): Ke'von Harris
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