Blood Sweat & Tears

(albüm: All Or Nothing: Live It Up (AON L I U) - 2016)

My haters came with cable change my lanes to flame the summer
Remain the same my claim to fame that fakin takes you under
We ain't the same, I paint the game with swagger, drum packer
Relate to pain, congrats you made it out the slums after
Family by me only hope the phony learn disown me
Can't count on what you want they get ya turn ya burn ya homie
VS stones show me when you're hot you're never lonely
Show me happiness without it then, my bag equips the power pen
Banks back snappin, uh, without the app in
I'ma dance away from trapping, and still going to sleep G stacking
I reek of alley walls, cash calls
Feet up and Cali coughs, run what?
Don't make me laugh my Ballys off
Salvatore tour kickin off the heals of drama
Fabric all timer, million in the mericana
They done put me on Giuseppe let me in Balenciaga
Now I'm marathon donning 'til the power, the commas

They waiting on a fix, watch me fix 'em all
I put my blood sweat and tears in this and risk just to ball
These fakers always switch, fix and getcha call
I'm in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you stall
Erase the corny shit, separate me now
Keep the business out the crowd get the pie
And break it down, ovations all we get
Second place is foul and we came all this way
Ain't no room for hesitation now

Yo, story's to be sold not told
Back out my face with cameras
Nah like my weakest bitch, pump like Jamaican dancers
Take a break from time to time where punks like to take advantage
Empty out ya mind for mine, drunk nights and Vegas chances
More great advances, latest answers to ya rap quiz
Got hustle by the MAC clips, rap trips to Saks Fifth
Sat in the best seats of your life 10 rows behind me
Hitman, switch hands, click, bam, been flows for homi
My marksman hobby on a buck bent rose Bugatti
Ferrari scent and money spent men codes abiding
Collision records when I pick dent hoes deciding
Mercedes pilling made the hood go crazy 'bout 'em
Amateurs rapping they heart out, really ain't saying shit though
I'm the wanted bombing sicko
A hundred times official, empty stomach crime is simple
Against without the margin
You starving early morning blogging foreign car and Audemaring, uh

They waitin on a fix, watch me fix 'em all
I put my blood sweat and tears in this and risk just to ball
These fakers always switch, fix and getcha call
I'm in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you stall
Erase the corny shit, separate me now
Keep the business out the crowd get the pie
And break it down ovations all we get
Second place is foul and we came all this way
Ain't no room for hesitation now