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EST Gee - MORE BLOOD (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Jeffrey Lynn Jones
Songwriter
Aaron Butler
Aaron Butler
Songwriter
Vincent Desrosiers
Vincent Desrosiers
Songwriter
Ben Poret
Ben Poret
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Flex On The Beat
Flex On The Beat
Producer
Desro
Desro
Producer
Dover Loops
Dover Loops
Producer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mixing Engineer
Johngotitt
Johngotitt
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

More blood It's gon' be more blood Flexin' on that bitch (It's gon' be more blood) Yeah, no more pain ain't what I prayed for Asked God change my face, snake to a dinosaur Carnivore, It's gon be more blood 'fore I go, Lord Yes, I'm sure Drape me in jewelry 'fore I face the floor Patience George Watch for the cross, you seen this shit before History been written for me, BC before Jesus born Seek, destroy, keep it going, demon boy, bullhorns We the point, fool store, D-boy, addicted to it He the whore, soda pour, rapping just my decoy Killin' keep the energy, shit I learned from the streets I learned that you can fake the trust But you can't fake the love You know it's real if when we chill I show I got my gun I learned the power Watch the young turn the spliffs into tons I built myself, collecting crumbles, no one gave me none King of the slums Beef the numbers up with one on ones Kissing my junkie bitch with tongue during my first run How could you judge what I become You ain't been in the mud You never microwaved, no bun So it's sole, it's crud A couple I got game from fucked they name up Sayin' some statements make gangsta the agents A pill cater cased 'cause he faced them and ain't say none Call me, know I'm comin' to save you from the danger No more pain ain't what I prayed for Asked God change my face, snake to a dinosaur Carnivore, it's gon' be more blood 'fore I go Lord Yes, I'm sure Drape me in jewelry 'fore I face the floor Patience George Watch for the cross, you seen this shit before History been written for me, BC before Jesus born Seek, destroy, keep it going, demon boy, bull horns We the point, fool store, D-boy, addicted to it I just don't return unless you tryna burn (tryna burn) I let it purge And still I turn the plan, you gon' learn Tryna take what I earn Like I don't stand on this firm I don't speak on shit, a word Case dismissed, court adjourned First degree, second, and third I don't need no learning curve I'm from Newburg Nigga you know we slide and serve Only big unc' left is worm Shootin' can confirm the terms Serve more work than they serve first No sleep from the first til third And tables always made to turn Just like them bridges made to burn Sitting from the realist out Directions niggas head in was dead ends I took different routes Bricklayer, way maker Help you stretch your last out, survive the drought Learn to throw stones out of a glass house Ice over grass like the weather bad when it's cold out Pledge allegiance to us Won't go against it for no amount Ain't what I prayed for Hmm, hmm Faint next to it I show it, hmm
Writer(s): Aaron Butler, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., Vincent Desrosiers, George A. Stone Iii, Ben Poret Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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