on growing' More and more, all the time Hey, more and more, all the time Let me hear ya, hey, yeah Let me hear ya now, hey, more and more Yeah [Incomprehensible
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damn cop 'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold Rolex, you can't fit no more diamonds on it Pinky
of broken bottles And my night stands are full of open bibles I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat And
if I ain't have a soul a nigga always had you pardon Dude, but I gotta speak candidly How the FUCK!!! could you abandon me with 5 years of blood sweat and tears
real And why nobody flip when Martin was killed? Why Mandela did all them years All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears? And I can name thousands more
hard, I break bones like Jackass dudes How many guns? Just a few, but you never know What you gon' get till the shell come through Blood, sweat, and tears 'Gnac and
m a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate
the music that makes the confusion become clear. It?s the music that I live, these 18 years. It?s the music I give my blood, sweat, and tears. Not to
Sam was a carpenter fifty years He pounded out blood, sweat and tears One day he hung his hammer up He wanted to do the things he loved What once was
comin It's the blood of a champion, pumpin Deep inside my veins, too much pride to be runnin I'ma get what I can and more, even if My blood, my sweat, and my tears
to figure out how i got this buzz All I want is a kiss and a hug but somebody told specsavers i can't see no love Days,Months years. Blood,sweat,tears
what game it is Winning it ain't everything, it's the only thang And make sure you go hard, blood sweat and tears Shout out to all the winners out there
blood, sweat And tears and losin' some of your peers And losin' some of yourself to the years past, gone by Hopefully it don't manifest for the wrong guy Egomaniac and
my iron, high as a giant I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion End of discussion my blood is colder, so I'm bolder And
livin' life like I got no regard for human health We done shed blood, sweat, tears and fought tooth and nail Tryin' to accomplish somethin' more and just a fewer have fell And
this there'll be no more hard times, no more bad times and no more pain No more chump change, none of that bull Just movies, museums and the hall of
