Blood
Black as a swan
Blood red as the devil
I wasn't born
To be on a medal
Walk in the room
I'm High as stilettos
I got them hands on me just like a bezel
Swear this shit gonna get us out the ghetto
Why niggas claiming that they love the ghetto?
Grow my hair long now they say I'm too ghetto
Died my hair blonde now they say I'm a freak
Damn'd if I do
Damn'd if I don't
That's why don't give a fuck what you want
Bitch call me crazy
At least I don't front
I split checks with the royal family like a burglary
I know its crazy that you never heard of me
Premeditated this life in my early teens
Like a cremation my flow is on fire
Like a free mason my eye on the bill
Come here black Jesus can you take the wheel
We hydroplaning on a hunnid and 12
Tires burning like salt on a snail
Twin serving like Kenan and kel
Trunk full of money leaving a trail
U-turning when we peeping its 12
Oh my God sirens all in the mirror
All you heard was put ya hands in the air
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Coming in briefly
Saying one thing
You can not beat me
It's blood in my genes
Yeah nigga
Marques bout to fuck yo bitch!
Actually, Marques is faithful so he gon slide her to me and let me hit it
Baby we on that gold mouth kick ya hoe off the boathouse
HA!
Black as a swan
Blood red as the devil
I wasn't born to be on a medal
Just like a song
Bitch I'm instrumental
To Stopping all these fuck niggas on game
Hunnid shots on you, Wilt chamberlain
Major pain
Won't explain I became
Who I am before I could hit fame
So when I see my idols
I feel the same
Copping an eighth and I'm rollin up half of it
I take a hit and I feel like a mascohist
I can imagine it
Wasn't too easy when you saw me having it my way
Rockin Adesuwa gems from Zimbabwe
Forward my invoice yo face lookin sideways
Who is that nigga they tell me tu sabe
I take a diva and put her on Broadway
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood red as the devil
I wasn't born
To be on a medal
Walk in the room
I'm High as stilettos
I got them hands on me just like a bezel
Swear this shit gonna get us out the ghetto
Why niggas claiming that they love the ghetto?
Grow my hair long now they say I'm too ghetto
Died my hair blonde now they say I'm a freak
Damn'd if I do
Damn'd if I don't
That's why don't give a fuck what you want
Bitch call me crazy
At least I don't front
I split checks with the royal family like a burglary
I know its crazy that you never heard of me
Premeditated this life in my early teens
Like a cremation my flow is on fire
Like a free mason my eye on the bill
Come here black Jesus can you take the wheel
We hydroplaning on a hunnid and 12
Tires burning like salt on a snail
Twin serving like Kenan and kel
Trunk full of money leaving a trail
U-turning when we peeping its 12
Oh my God sirens all in the mirror
All you heard was put ya hands in the air
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Coming in briefly
Saying one thing
You can not beat me
It's blood in my genes
Yeah nigga
Marques bout to fuck yo bitch!
Actually, Marques is faithful so he gon slide her to me and let me hit it
Baby we on that gold mouth kick ya hoe off the boathouse
HA!
Black as a swan
Blood red as the devil
I wasn't born to be on a medal
Just like a song
Bitch I'm instrumental
To Stopping all these fuck niggas on game
Hunnid shots on you, Wilt chamberlain
Major pain
Won't explain I became
Who I am before I could hit fame
So when I see my idols
I feel the same
Copping an eighth and I'm rollin up half of it
I take a hit and I feel like a mascohist
I can imagine it
Wasn't too easy when you saw me having it my way
Rockin Adesuwa gems from Zimbabwe
Forward my invoice yo face lookin sideways
Who is that nigga they tell me tu sabe
I take a diva and put her on Broadway
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood
Credits
Writer(s): Marques Nieves
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