Bloody Tears

We was deep up in them trenches, But Intelligent
A lot robbing, a lot killing going on I seen hell of it
She say she feel good up inside, when she hug me
I can't put you on for free and you ion love me
Call the shots yea I'mma Boss
That's some you should be
Open up and Talk
Don't be scared of me Baby
I think that you special
Spend a bag on you Baby
Throw it back and fuck it up
Prepared for it Baby

Turn my self up, think I owe you sum you can suck a Dick
Why you all up in yo feelings worried bout bitches I ain't hit
I been grinding yea whole lotta years for this shit
I then put a lot of blood sweat and tears in this shit
Who the fuck is you tell me that I don't deserve this shit
The same niggas I did shit for, throw my name in dirt and shit
If it's up then it's stuck, The shit is permanent
Told my pops we in this shit for life, This shit is permanent
Jewls jingling on my neck, Like a Christmas Ornament
Say she want it, it's expensive I tell her just order it
I was so high, drunk my soda, I forgot to pour in it
Foreign denim on my body you ain't
Never heard of this

I got money I get hell of it
Smoking gas inhaling it
Don't know how I'm coming, well just listen cause I'm telling it
Told my bitch stop tripping girl we locked, know you heaven sent
You can't trick me out my spot, because I'm too intelligent

We was deep up in them trenches, but intelligent
A lot robbing, a lot killing going on I seen hell of it
She say she feel good up inside, when she hug me
I can't put you on for free and you ion love me
Call the shots yea Imma Boss that's some you should be
Open up and talk don't be scared of me baby
I think that you special
Spend a bag on you Baby
Throw it back and fuck it up
Prepared for it Baby

I played that field like a punch sack
I'mma touch back
If it's up nigga fuck that you get dumped at
It was ugly couldn't touch me
You couldn't touch Max
All this money you don't fuck with me
Cause I touch Racks
You ain't never touch Neiman's
Never touched Sacks
Never touch no Boas
Never touch gats
Ran through all them hoes
Go look up the facts
We fucked all the Rats
We fucked all the Nats
I don't got no phone
I'm not calling back
I don't got no home swerve a rolling stone
Got it all alone
I didn't take no loans
I stay low don't fuck with rappers I don't want no songs

We was deep up in them trenches, but intelligent
A lot robbing, a lot killing going on I seen hell of it
She say she feel good up inside, when she hug me
I can't put you on for free and you ion love me
Call the shots yea Imma Boss that's some you should be
Open up and talk don't be scared of me baby
I think that you special
Spend a bag on you Baby
Throw it back and fuck it up
Prepared for it Baby