Blood Drip

[Intro: The Wordshipper]
Yeah Yeah

[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’ll never fall off I got a tight grip
I been gunning hard, this that blood drip
I’ll never sit down, always fight this
I been out of town with my buds, shit. (Yeah!)
I’ll never fall off I got that that tight grip
I been gunning hard, this that blood drip
I’ll never sit down, always fight this
I been out of town with my buds, shit, yeah
(Wordship)

[Verse One: The Wordshipper]
Ya, what you know about this lifestyle
I hate this fucking industry, it’s senile
I ain’t writing lyrics, this a freestyle
Y’all are too focused on me, meanwhile
I did what y’all said I couldn’t years ago
And still you out here doubting me, what a low blow
I ain’t talking head, but that mind though
Y’all out here counting cash, but it’s mine though
Papa Johns scared, cause it’s my dough
Y’all just wanna rap, but it’s fine though
I’m just having fun with a sly flow
I could pick it up a notch if I want hoe
Not a lot of people I trust, guy
But Logic, read a verse of mine
My CD’s you Best Buy
Do crazy shit just to get by
Butt heads with these blurred lines
Look around at the flashing lights
No Kanye, get my money right
Untouchable like an armored knight
Try to fuck wit’ me, that’s no buenos, tú es stupido
They got Coca in they Boca, and to that I say I veto
They biting my style like they mosquitos, with large egos, mi amigos I think it’s time to assemble while they count the kilos, said

[Hook: The Wordshipper]
I’ll never fall off I got a tight grip
I been gunning hard, this that blood drip
I’ll never sit down, always fight this
I been out of town with my buds, shit. (Yeah)
I’ll never fall off I got that that tight grip
I been gunning hard, this that blood drip
I’ll never sit down, always fight this
I been out of town with my buds, shit, yeah

[Verse Two: Artisan]
While the blood dripping from my blade
While they sipping from my name
They flowing all the same
You just fucking lit the flame
Pass me the controller, and I'll murder the whole game
You know this shit is over, when I'm coming in to frame
I'll finish up a canvas using your blood as the paint
I know what you are, and you know what you ain't
I'm far from a killer but I'm far from a saint
You at it for the fame, that's why were far from the same
All I really wanna do is be the best
Cause I went through the worst
Better put on your vest
I'm finna spit another verse
Like barreta, when I aim, I dead ya
Better forget ya vendetta
Cause I'll spit some venom in a letter
But nah, I'm never carrying a gun
That's like burrying the fun
Gotta carry in the blade
Maybe a couple more than one
Blood dripping down my face
That is how you know I'm done

[Hook]
Yeah!
I’ll never fall off I got a tight grip
I been gunning hard, this that blood drip
I’ll never sit down, always fight this
I been out of town with my buds, shit. (Yeah)
I’ll never fall off I got that that tight grip
I been gunning hard, this that blood drip
I’ll never sit down, always fight this
I been out of town with my buds, shit, yeah

[Outro]
I’ll never fall off, I got a tight-
I been gunning hard this that-
I’ll never sit down, alway fight-
I been out of town with my-