blood money

[Intro]
I Miss You
Death to Karsa

[Verse]
When I walk up on the scene
Niggas get burned to degrees
On my feet, strayes
You get blinded by the beam
Swear on my death that you can’t intervene
Know it’s coming soon, I’ve known since a teen
I’ve been running from my own history
Even on the X, I can’t figure out what I’ve done to me
I’ve been stuck inside my own misery
Stay trying to catch up to me, that I’m tryna be
My dreams regurgitate it back to me just like a crow
Wake up and take shots back to back, days in a row
Still leave ya chest hot wit' the iron, right off the stove
Kept the code, me n $illow gon leave ya on the road
In the back
Keep shit spinnin’ even if it’s wack
Fit, nails, tats always gon stay black
Scy’ a nomad, only thing I keep is a stack
Counted a rack, now I can’t ever lack, yuh
Keep the reaper behind and watch my back like my zoes
Keep a pole, fake snakes gotta corner those
Talking on my woadies makes you pick a permanent pose
Just need one girl to ride wit' me, bitch, fuck all y'all hoes
Big blunts stay like my whip startin' up in the cold
Keep the cuttahs on me in case I ever stick and poke
Myreala gone, but he told me, "Get it and go."
Wit' my brother Karsa, posted till we hated and loathed
Coped the SC300, it’s getting dropped real low
92 went up in flames; it was my lowest of lows
I can buy it back thrice, yeah, you already know
Take some headshots of me, shawty, put me in Vogue, yeah