Текст песни Blood, Sweat, Fear - Jae Santiago

Blood sweat and fear
That's all that you hear
Grind all day just so I'm clear
I'm the hustler of the year

Nuev mex topic
Ain't no other option
Cutthroat city we gritty
Proceed with caution
We keep it nauseous
Like we tossing vomit
More like bullets when we see a moving target
We like wu when they get the bees to swarming
Top off the hammer at the top of the morning
Burned a house of pain kerosene kept it burning
Entrapment might claim your life nobody mourning
Keep a couple sticks cuz your safety isn't certain
Bang a couple shells BANGARANG when you merkin
I'm badder than fuck
That's new mex shit
One thing certain we not the ones you mess with
It's Impressive
How my skill can quickly make a kill
My jewelry expensive
Now I been frank
Like a Ben frank
That mean 1 Billie
Take the green to the bank

Blood sweat and fear
That's all that you hear
Grind all day just so I'm clear
I'm the hustler of the year

I ain't a simp I'm just Ignorant
Not like I'm stupid I'm more like inconsiderate
Chilled with jet hundreds
Getting gassed by this kid
Who said the krown would never be as good as him
Seen crazy shit
Now nothing surprising
My cousin carried a mouth guard just cuz he loved fighting
He fight like Tyson
Strike you fast as lightning
He barely even hit me and I swear I felt like crying
This shit like fleshgod apocalypse
Vs Superman on the top of metropolis
Barriers broke ain't nobody stoppin it
I'm too focused on the money I don't got yet
I only speak factzes
Like the Ten Commandments
On god mode I wrote this shit on tablets
The southwest savage
Ambulance manage
To keep you alive only after gun damage

Blood sweat and fear
That's all that you hear
Grind all day just so I'm clear
I'm the hustler of the year

I rap how raps supposed to sound
You rap like you got a fuckin gun in your mouth
When I spit solid gold bars come out
You spit that white shit in a porn stars mouth
Now we all know what we talking bout
You don't like the conversation you can walk it out
Don't come back trying to fight me now
If you within 10 feet imma knock you out
Hits on your head arranged for the right price
Gotta be certain if you want it done right
Off the deep end suicide on my life
I drank a fifth of vodka bitch dare me to drive
I call a bitch a bitch
That's what it is
These bitches ain't milfs
They just bitches with kids
Speaking of bitches
Homie gotta get his
Like when Irot fucked up club with a brick

Blood sweat and fear
That's all that you hear
Grind all day just so I'm clear
I'm the hustler of the year