Blood

Look at you and what you do
Look at you and what you do

I lost a lot of ammo & blood
Like gallon but, I'll never stop
I'd finish but, my blood is hot
Like boiling pot, I'll never stop
Now listen up, You bumbaclot
You undercut, my talent
Not that you better, but you cheap as fuck
But why should I, just give a fuck
When all I got, is ounce of pot
Why should I, just give a fuck
When all I got, is ounce of pot
You tell me bout, what I disrupt
But look at you, and what you do
Look at you, and what you do
Look at you, and what you do
My shit is good, your shit is not
You claiming that, you gangsta but
You held a gat, but never shot
Like oh my god, he's on my block
Oh my god, he's on my block
I better get, my fucking Glock
You never get, no time to duck
You had a life, but now it's fucked

Blood