Blood Sweat & Tears

Lyrics

[Verse 1] My haters came with cable change my lanes to flame the summer Remain the same my claim to fame that fakin takes you under We ain't the same, I paint the game with swagger, drum packer Relate to pain, congrats you made it out the slums after Family by me only hope the phony learn disown me Can't count on what you want they get ya turn ya burn ya homie VS stones show me when you're hot you're never lonely Show me happiness without it then, my bag equips the power pen Banks back snappin, uh, without the app in I'ma dance away from trappin', and still going to sleep G stackin' I reek of alley walls, cash calls Feet up and Cali coughs, run what? Don't make me laugh my Ballys off Salvatore tour kickin off the heals of drama Fabric all timer, million in the mericana They done put me on Giuseppe let me in Balenciaga Now I'm marathon donnin' 'til the power, the commas [Chorus] They waitin' on a fix, watch me fix 'em all I put my blood sweat and tears in this and risk just to ball These fakers always switch, fix and getcha call I'm in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you stall Erase the corny shit, separate me now Keep the business out the crowd get the pie And break it down, ovations all we get Second place is foul and we came all this way Ain't no room for hesitation now [Verse 2] Yo, story's to be sold not told Back out my face with cameras Nah like my weakest bitch, pump like Jamaican dancers Take a break from time to time where punks like to take advantage Empty out ya mind for mine, drunk nights and Vegas chances More great advances, latest answers to ya rap quiz Got hustle by the MAC clips, rap trips to Saks Fifth Sat in the best seats of your life 10 rows behind me Hitman, switch hands, click, bam, been flows for homi My marksman hobby on a buck bent rose Bugatti Ferrari scent and money spent men codes abidin' Collision records when I pick dent hoes decidin' Mercedes pillin' made the hood go crazy 'bout 'em Amateurs rappin' they heart out, really ain't sayin' shit though I'm the wanted bombin' sicko A hundred times official, empty stomach crime is simple Against without the margin You starvin' early morning bloggin' foreign car and Audemarin', uh [Hook]: They waitin on a fix, watch me fix 'em all I put my blood sweat and tears in this and risk just to ball These fakers always switch, fix and getcha call I'm in the ghetto where you gotta act you outta here you stall Erase the corny shit, separate me now Keep the business out the crowd get the pie And break it down ovations all we get Second place is foul and we came all this way Ain't no room for hesitation now