Blood on My Lips

Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips don't make it run onto your shirt Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips don't make me do what I don't want Damn, I see you're tryna fool me son Is you niggas deaf or blind? I told you once Making me repeat myself, so you waste my songs Could've talked about my babe or about that cunt Niggas be all afraid to talk to me face to face Fake your trace, pace me for weeks then fade Your fable's fakeand speech is vain 3andek, we know where's your basement bitch Give me my money, money back, I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them You made me quit the stud, so better run then Give me my money, money back, I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man I was in Paris for my money and a freestyle But I knew I was too high to be a Frenchman, hmhmm Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips don't make it run onto your shirt Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips don't make me do what I don't want Many men, wish death upon myself Acting like they're not looking, but follow my steps All you want is revenga since I left your business It was the greatest decision I could've ever made I'm hearing from others you do like to mention my name Shit I've been wasting all this time 'cause you stood in my way Next time it's coming out your mouth my dick gon fill your chin Don't make me pull the trigger on you, I know you got kids Others be spitting their venim on some industry shit "Don't sign him", "Don't talk about this kid" "Too optimistic", "Dangerous for what we're in" I'm crazy? Nah, just a little bit Give me my money, money back, I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them You made me quit the stud, so better run then Give me my money, money back, I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man I was in Paris for my money and a freestyle But I knew I was too high to be a Frenchman, hmhmm Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips don't make it run onto your shirt Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips don't make me do what I don't want Give me my money, money back, I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them You made me quit the stud, so better run then