Blood Money

Lil' O

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    (*talking*)
    Ain't no turning back now
    A nigga too deep in nigga, I done tasted the fruit nigga
    This the story this is it, this how it went down
    The autobiography, of the Fat Rat with the cheese
    Lil' O, based on a true story

    [Lil' O]
    I hit the block in fatigue, with these drugs sitting in my asshole
    Straight crack cocaine, hundred dollar street value
    And we slanging on this spot, if you don't know you bitch we down you
    Surround you, seven in your head is how they found you
    The dope game done changed us, derange us into demons
    We money hungry hustling, from morning to the evening
    Finna see things, these boys ain't seen like plenty G's
    Trying to get things these boys ain't got, they diamonds rings
    Switched it down, a piece and gold chain
    And a big body Benz, sitting on thangs
    Know what I'm saying, so I got's to let em hang when I hit these streets
    Concentrate on holding weight, and work my way to a ki
    Stay away from hoe ass niggaz, that's surrounding me G
    Cause if you ain't talking balling, you can't be around me
    And even though, I'm a young nigga
    My nuts hang, like they weigh a fucking ton nigga you understand

    [Hook - 2x]
    See we never falling all in, young niggaz balling
    Got's to get my grind, and I'm stalling
    See my money calling, stay paid yiggy-yes y'alling
    Cause being a grown nigga, is a prowling

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    [Lil' O]
    Now its two years later, everything is looking fine
    Put up the seventeen, now a nigga scoring nine
    Keep my bidness to myself, don't need these haters all in mine
    You tell these boys your bidness, and they'll have you doing time
    Hit the club starched and ironed, clutching on the bank
    At the bar like a star, buying all my niggaz dranks
    You don't even got to think, you know I got some revenue
    Cause I'm piece and chain, POLO Guess doing tennis shoes
    Taking pictures for my dog, on lock paying dues
    He got five, so he got the Penitentiary blues
    And that ain't cool but fool, look at these photos and laugh
    Cause I'm posing with bad bitches, with my hands on they ass
    Yeah this lifestyle's fast, pray to God I make change
    But I'm in it to the death, I can't settle for some change
    And it's strange we still hustle, but we know it don't last
    But I'm in it to the death, I can't live without the cash

    [Hook - 2x]

    [Lil' O]
    My confessions as a changed man, a young adolescent
    Now we thug niggaz hustling, counting money and blessings
    Learn lessons of the game, I study crooks like books
    Boss taught me how to pimp hoes, and cocaine cook
    I overlooked the thoughts, of living right
    Be consequences, yes indeed I had to pay the price
    The confiscation of my freedom, what a sacrifice
    Not scared to die, but still I lust forever lasting life
    But I ain't crying I'm grinding, can't stop young nigga striving
    Planning hostile take overs, power moves and perfect timing
    Now my roof's popped up, my bitch bopped up
    My pockets overflow, like a toilet stalked up
    Picking up niggaz hoes, drop em off knocked up
    And if they nigga plex, I leave his chest locked up
    I'm coming up, so why these haters talking down on O
    Man I bought you boys tampax, you niggaz is hoes

    [Hook - 2x]

    Bleed the block, bleed the block
    Bleed the block, nigga G's and knots
    Bleed the block, bleed the block
    Bleed the block, nigga we the cops - 2x

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    Composición: O. Magnus-Lawson

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