Bloodline

(Jake ROHM, wake up)
How you call yourself
Hating on me
How you call yourself
Hating on me
You my fucking blood
Used to pull up
Check you, for the free
I was showing love
I went through the storm
In the rain
Walked through fucking mud
Just to pave A street
For y'all to eat
Came from serving drugs
Now it's big and better
Just for me, ain't no going back
Elevated came up from the streets
Flipping weed like crack
I been living out every dream
I can't take no naps
Money counter
I can see it clear
Running through them racks
What you know about
Get it on your own
Really come from that
I ain't get no love
Only hate, they can't take it back
Best advice, I could really give
Nigga save your racks
Open up A shop
Make them pay
Got to give it back
Watch out for the thotties
They ain't pure, try to drain your sack
I can see it clear
They ain't here
They ain't have my back
One thing, thats for sure
Ain't no lure
Had to close the back
I put on that spill
Nah for real
My swag, i'm taking back
All you niggas Flaugin'
I'm on the wall
I had to play the back
Everything for sale
-Verses, hooks
And I keep supplies
I locked in with shawty
And she seen them bands multiply
Put her on to different game
Told her, I'm gon' change her life
Yeah you talking this and that
No I don't believe the hype
Locked in, somewhere on them bands
Cooling with some Talibans
Running through some rubber bands
I don't know no other man
Trying to touch A hundred Million
I put that on my mother's kids
How you call yourself
Hating on me
You my fucking blood
Used to pull up
Check you, for the free
I was showing love
I went through the storm
In the rain
Walked through fucking mud
Just to pave A street
For y'all to eat
Came from serving drugs
Now it's big and better
Just for me, ain't no going back
Elevated, came up from the streets
Flipping weed like crack
I been living out every dream
I can't take no naps
Money counter
I can see it clear
Running through them racks



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