Blood Sofa

Lyrics

[Intro: Bernadette Price] Ayo, this is Bernadette representing for the goat Sean P and hip hop culture We present to you another masterpiece If I was signed, the Duck Down Turn this bitch up and listen carefully Salute to the real ones Get down or get lost Vic Spencer, let's fuckin' go bro B [Verse 1: Illa Ghee] Broke bread with the cold-hearted (Uh huh) The heat from the stove of the streets became arctic Family was in partridge (Brr) Reveal like the month of August The night skies kinda ran up on us Started movin' cautious I write it with the speech of authors (Uh huh) What's the price for the cost of bosses? Either bullets, jail, or coffins Nothing in the ghetto softens (Nah) Livin' here'll get your life shortened The small things become important Fighting for ya' life of fortune Pride is dooming but enormous, crying 'cause the soul was haunted (Right) Say goodnight to the [?] Now I'm speaking as a drone, possibly a global warning I'm writing for the wrong reportings I'm exciting to a nest of hornets I'm denying any extra warrants (Right) My rap got a temper to snap Better say it with respect, Illa Ghee [?] Illa [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] Uh These days was made for the villains Enraged with the killings, get sprayed from resilience The gage was the liver, another page was just ripped up Guerilla with the braids, in the cage, get you zipped up Life important, I'm scorching what I am waring I'm warning all of you rappers I clap you while I'm jogging Dearly departed your life style, I'm a night owl I'm quite foul, broad daylight taking your sight out Niggas tried to cover my whole flow with hella White-Out (Wow) Smack you with a muffle an tell yo' ass to pipe down (Mm) All gassed up, me and my niggas masked up Did a lot of dirt and I ain't never had bad luck Talk karma? You kill me, I come back to haunt ya' But this time with 50 rocket launchers (Mm) Let em all of at one time, I spit the dumb lines Smoke on ya' lawn, you the type to call one time [Verse 3: Ruste Juxx] This that black sea oil flow Ruste the royal pro Orally organic alkalines out the soil grow Fresh for the harvesting, no major marketing It's underground sound, lay it down like some carpeting Sword-sharpening when I'm throwing these darts 'n them These lyrics resonate with women's souls and the hearts of men You still training, I'm servin' master classes Knowledge in the clip, headshot blast the masses Sean still proud of me, shoutout to Bernadette Now she spitting monkey bars hotter than my burner get Y'all rappers ain't learn it yet? You el stupido Kill ya' engineer, stay the fuck out the studio It's Vic Evans collabing with Vic Spencer We hit the black harder than the brick dispenser, uh From the Chi to killer grounds, we crack with it Put you flat on ya' back writing exact with it