Oh Jesus Christ! Look the way that the rocks glow Want the world to see so we keeping them tops low Rascal, keep it on my lap for Broscoe One shot your blood
shoot the lights out Until it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood
chains of hypocrisy, the shame of my ancestry Forever stained by blood in which you tread Hey, if I was taken for a day and shown another way Oh, now
Because these high ranked officials of our city streets Make millions all triggered by electric beeps They dress in diamonds and rope chains They got the blood
form, or matter, or mass This ain't science class, I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance [Incomprehensible] Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood
Stupid in love Oh Stupid in love 1st verse: Let me tell you something Never, have I ever Been a size 10 In my whole life I left the engine running
ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls
Oh, what became of the likely lads? What became of the dreams we had? Oh, what became of forever? Though Oh, what became of forever? Though We'll never know But, blood run thicker, oh
Bill Bones knows what I mean He knows It's eating, it's chewing me up It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood Oh it's all It's all trouble
Christmas lights light up the street Maybe they'll bring her back to me And then all my troubles will be gone Oh, Christmas lights, keep shinin' on Oh
that Bulls ***, throwback Scott Pippen Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left side 'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside' What up, Blood
none of them, why they bringin' and come with them, Why they come in a cop, f-ck around and get shot I wanna cold blood n-gga shit I will pull a trigger
me, than a late 80's Gucci leather Worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my dapper dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No
oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh So hit the lights, oh, oh, oh Hit the lights, oh, oh, oh Hit the lights tonight, tonight So hit the lights, oh, oh, oh
shit" Now my first thoughts is the feds had my phone tapped Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack Chips might be up under the whip Oh shit forgot
to get a ring in the prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not know my name but she know my song "really Raw', Tyga dog tiger blood
of being sick and tired It's you that I'm missing It's like my brain is wired up And there's a glitch in my system You're like a drug And now my blood
my chain glow The ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? It's just the way the game go, oh, it takes two