Blood Kry Lyrics

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Let me for Devil, I was folded up in that jail, I still run
I went to prison as a juvenile and I just couldn't get right
You did eight months inside that kind of jail, that's where you did time
That boy was talking on that wire, he got hit with homicide
It's a lot that claim me from the North but really from Mail Pine
So much pride, take it to the chin, that's how a gangster cry
Give back in blood, oh, she stole my heart, I guess she Valentine
Blood cry, lost my slime, gotta get back for the line

That boy foe was on that tree, I shoot like NBA
All I give is headshots, not ain't nothing like to win life
I know my brother want me dead, I act like I'm OPK
I would die hard by you, you know I jump in front of train
Badder close cousin, fifteen years on that train
Only thing I got in common with that rapper is pain
On that yard for fame, but don't want to take cane
Five PM, I got my boots on, I'll try in the rain
Don't hear that blood, like one more time, I don't want to hear him scream
I don't care nobody dead, I don't want to see him bleed
I was in the streets the whole time, he'll get rich off cream
What they say about Slugga Tee, I'm swinging bats like Major League

Let me for Devil, I was folded up in that jail, I still run
I went to prison as a juvenile and I just couldn't get right
You did eight months inside that kind of jail, that's where you did time
That boy was talking on that wire, he got hit with homicide
It's a lot that claim me from the North but really from Mail Pine
So much pride, take it to the chin, that's how a gangster cry
Give back in blood, oh, she stole my heart, I guess she Valentine
Blood cry, lost my slime, gotta get back for the line

Shot my house on 33rd, I had no choice but to move
That shit get real, shoot that seven week, I can't even go to school
Ain't no stressing on your case, banging brother, we got rules
All the gang go FaceTime, cooking shit up in the booth
OG killer from my hood, yeah, he shoot like all the troops
He also sold us clear shit, got on K's all in the room
Got on bodies on his belt, seven up like boost and boo
Swing that slugger, hit a cut off, run like Babe Ruth
Oh, you my brother, I'm swanging with cutter, we banging murder
Speaking on my name, I kill his, put them on that floor
I bang no colors, I swear to green flag who is who

Put my fingers in the air, twist all that, be that beast to who
Let me for Devil, I was folded up in that jail, I still run
I went to prison as a juvenile and I just couldn't get right
You did eight months inside that kind of jail, that's where you did time
That boy was talking on that wire, he got hit with homicide
It's a lot that claim me from the North but really from Mail Pine
So much pride, take it to the chin, that's how a gangster cry
Give back in blood, oh, she stole my heart, I guess she Valentine
Blood cry, lost my slime, gotta get back for the line
(It's almost time, it's getting real close)
(That boy don't talk for we chose on no more)
(Me and VZ we like pain bro)
(I send that what I know, be proud, take a soul)