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Correct Blood & Tears Lyrics
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You ready, you ready? Let's go, let's go I'm from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill, I can hear, let them hear, sing a song... Thank you, thank you, love it isn't there, chill, chill, Yeah, took a long time, wasn't over night Always had to fight, money wasn't looking right Me and my mama grinding, every day's a struggle, more bills than juggle Outside is trouble, no the just getting bigger But I ain't mad at you paps, you're still my nigger Had my low jobs, sold my low cracks, but I really want my boys heard or wax Had flash backs, homies getting killed, blood getting spilled Jails getting billed, shit's twisted, real statistic Being a rapper, this wasn't realistic Drug dealer was, triple bean, cocaine, you ain't gotta spit it sixteen Had big plans for my whole team, we gonna pop off no matter how hard it seems I'm from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill, I can hear, let them hear, sing a song... Thank you, thank you, love it isn't there, chill, chill, Ladies, sing the song Yeah, now I'm rolling in the S class Big houses, signs, no trespassing Free at last, Martin Luther King, yeah, vip, Louie 13 Spending money on that rose gold, big diamonds, club in the ...hole Money can't fold, gotta lay it out, two chicks, which one got a weight it out? Got ammo on me, in case we gotta spray it out Know what I'm about, too many damn chairs, too much hustling for papers all these damn years Now I got it, I'ma keep it, yeah I'm from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill, I can hear, let them hear, sing a song... Thank you, thank you, love it isn't there,yeah Yeah, I ain't forget where I'm from, I breathe hip hop down to my last lung For the Dj's that play my records, yo For my fans that show me love at my show, yeah For my homies that stuck with me People on the radio stations who fuck with me Who can't be real, and they act dumb Thank you, tell them where I'm from I'm from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill, I can hear, let them hear, sing a song... Thank you, thank you, love it isn't there, chill, chill, It's not what I hear, too many tears It's not what I hear, too many tears, tears, oh, oh, blood, tears, oh.
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