BLOOD

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Blood, blood, blood, blood
 Blood, blood, blood, blood
 Blood, blood, blood, blood
 Blood, blood, blood, blood
 It was never 'bout the money, that's not how I get my fix
 And now every month I make enough to cop another whip
 See the numbers I put up, it'd probably make 'em sick
 Thinking how would they be living if they weren't such a bitch
 Goddamn, you're probably embarrassed
 I didn't realize that I was hanging with parrots
 Repeating everything I do, I guess you in here
 Toxicity you're playing nice
 I said I'm out for blood
 You know I just begun
 I'm spilling out my guts
 This shit is way too fun
 I said I'm out for blood
 She want the package like it's flat rate
 (She want the package like it's flat rate)
 I told her begging is a bad trait
 Honestly you're lucky that it's not a bad day
 How 'bout I toss a couple bands your way then get myself a tax break?
 All I do is win and honestly I think I'm cursed
 Kicked me down a million times and ended up to hear my worth
 Every knife I had inside my back just severed every nerve
 All my favorites got a label and still couldn't make it work, wow
 They'll prolly say that I'm a switch-up
 Had to cut 'em off and they ain't never getting stitched up
 Said that it was crunch time and you couldn't even sit up
 Hit you with that checkmate when I go and pick your bitch up
 I said I'm out for blood
 You know I just begun
 I'm spilling out my guts
 This shit is way too fun
 I said I'm out for blood (I said I'm out for blood)
 You know I just begun (you know I just begun)
 I'm spilling out my guts (I'm spilling out my guts)
 This shit is way too fun (this shit is way too fun)
 I said I'm out for blood
 

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Duration
01:48
Key
7
Tempo
170 BPM

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