[Intro]
(Phew, phew)
(Uh)
[Verse]
Since you wanna know, let's get personal
Ask me why I do it? I can't tell a soul
Out here with the mob, that .22 playin' God
You still shittin' broke, should be prayin' for a job
Bumpin' up the guns, we exchanging all we got
Know it when I love you, I don't feel a lot
Niggas say they real, but they just live a lie
You get hit with fye
Send yo' ass the lo' then wait on the other side
Niggas bite for rank, but, bitch, I'm gon' bleed for mine
You don't know 'bout demon time, bitch, I show you demon time
Make you think you safe, you look up, we creep behind
OA be the team, bitch, I made this beat with Shyne
Wore my heart for this shit, I'm still bleedin' now
Brodie servin' dog shit
Where my mind? I lost it
I buy it, what it's costin'
You paid for your coffin'
I smoke all the dope, I ain't ate, I'm feelin' nauseous
But I love the feel, it make me feel real
'Shrooms, they make me cry, but warm hug, how to heal?
Foenem crack the seal, I don't even sip
How I chief the 'Woods, you would think I need the nic'
Think I'm chasin' her, now yo' ass delivered
X'd out, you a jezebel, so, girl, don't run to me
I can see you underneath, now I can't keep you company
I can't love you, it's only one of me
You was lyin', you said you wanted me
You was lyin', you said you wanted us
Got the blood on my hands to call your bluff
Said you been lookin' at me different
Lately, you just been actin' distant
All the sneakin' and all the dissin'
Got me rethinkin' 'bout the mission
But I'm—
Fuck it, keep spinnin', keep spinnin' like it ain't nowhere to park
You talkin' tough on the net, drop the family morale
Fuck it, I'm finna get wild
Fuck it, I don't wanna leave yo' lil' son as a bastard
Fuck it, kill you and yo' child
Ain't wanna do it, but fuck it, I told 'em pipe down
Fuck it, it's whatever now
Niggas die every day
Fuck it, I know I'm around
Fuck being next, I'm up now
Yo' mouth be full of the shit, fill you up more with them rounds
And you try to hide from the gang, that's when we bring out the hounds
You make it a chase like a mouse, we run yo' whole clique outta town
[Outro]
Fuck you talm 'bout, nigga?
All that workin' out, all that goin' to the gym
All them pushups you be doin' ain't gon' make you bullet-proof, nigga
All you need is fuckin' leg day, nigga
Don't skip no leg day, keep you a Gen nigga
Thinkin' you fuckin' Superman, you gon' end up in a kryptonite, nigga
Wit' your bitch-ass, tah
for blood this time was written by Caponeti.
Caponeti released for blood this time on Wed Jan 29 2025.