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LIL O lyrics : "Blood Money"

[talking:]
Ain't no turning back now
A ^!$$% too deep in ^!$$%, I done tasted the fruit ^!$$%

This the story this is it, this how it went down
The autobiography, of the Fat Rat with the cheese
Lil' O, based on a true story


[Lil' O:]
I hit the block in fatigue, with these drugs sitting in my $$#hole

Straight crack cocaine, hundred dollar street value
And we slanging on this spot, if you don't know you (*##$ we down you
Surround you, seven in your head is how they found you

The dope game done changed us, derange us into demons
We money hungry hustling, from morning to the evening
Finna see things, these boys ain't seen like plenty G's

Trying to get things these boys ain't got, they diamonds rings
Switched it down, a piece and gold chain
And a big body Benz, sitting on thangs

Know what I'm saying, so I got's to let em hang when I hit these streets
Concentrate on holding weight, and work my way to a ki
Stay away from hoe $$# ^!$$%z, that's surrounding me G

Cause if you ain't talking balling, you can't be around me
And even though, I'm a young ^!$$%
My nuts hang, like they weigh a $#&@ing ton ^!$$% you understand


[Hook: x2]
See we never falling all in, young ^!$$%z balling

Got's to get my grind, and I'm stalling
See my money calling, stay paid yiggy-yes y'alling
Cause being a grown ^!$$%, is a prowling


[Lil' O:]
Now its two years later, everything is looking fine

Put up the seventeen, now a ^!$$% scoring nine
Keep my bidness to myself, don't need these haters all in mine
You tell these boys your bidness, and they'll have you doing time

Hit the club starched and ironed, clutching on the bank
At the bar like a star, buying all my ^!$$%z dranks
You don't even got to think, you know I got some revenue

Cause I'm piece and chain, POLO Guess doing tennis shoes
Taking pictures for my dog, on lock paying dues
He got five, so he got the Penitentiary blues

And that ain't cool but fool, look at these photos and laugh
Cause I'm posing with bad (*##$es, with my hands on they $$#
Yeah this lifestyle's fast, pray to God I make change

But I'm in it to the death, I can't settle for some change
And it's strange we still hustle, but we know it don't last
But I'm in it to the death, I can't live without the cash


[Hook x2]


[Lil' O:]
My confessions as a changed man, a young adolescent
Now we thug ^!$$%z hustling, counting money and blessings

Learn lessons of the game, I study crooks like books
Boss taught me how to pimp hoes, and cocaine cook
I overlooked the thoughts, of living right

Be consequences, yes indeed I had to pay the price
The confiscation of my freedom, what a sacrifice
Not scared to die, but still I lust forever lasting life

But I ain't crying I'm grinding, can't stop young ^!$$% striving
Planning hostile take overs, power moves and perfect timing
Now my roof's popped up, my (*##$ bopped up

My pockets overflow, like a toilet stalked up
Picking up ^!$$%z hoes, drop em off knocked up
And if they ^!$$% plex, I leave his chest locked up

I'm coming up, so why these haters talking down on O
Man I bought you boys tampax, you ^!$$%z is hoes


[Hook x2]

Bleed the block, bleed the block

Bleed the block, ^!$$% G's and knots
Bleed the block, bleed the block
Bleed the block, ^!$$% we the cops - 2x

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