Blood On My Hands

I cannot trip over bitches
I lace up my shoes and then I started walkin'

He stupid, He thought with his dick
And they set him up
Think they slipped something inside of his coffee

Now I got a bone to pick with all the dogs that be barking

You better just keep yo lil dog on a leash
Cuz' I'll put em' down if he ever get off it

Cuz' I'll put him down If I'm seeing you walk him

You wasn't gang, You was just a target

Put em' to sleep (Shhh)

Grab his cradle and we rock him

Count up the revenue
Count up the profit

I'm not the reverend
I'm more like the prophet

Oh he talk shit
Catch a op and we drop em'

I believe that I cannot leave the choppa

I could put food on the table
But they aint believe in me
So I aint passing the plate

They want the ball
They been reachin' so I gotta cross em'
Put em' on skates

They double-crossing
My Cartier glasses
They see all the real and they see all the fake

I been out staring up into the sky
I been wondering why she aint wanna stay

Ive been

For a chance
If I'm gonna die I'll tell you in advance
What do I do with this blood on my hands

Ive been

For a chance
If I'm gonna die I'll tell you in advance
What do I do with this blood on my hands