𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔶 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰

**[Intro]** This a Sound Check, bitch. **[Verse 1]** Gotta stop fuckin' with me Draco unloadin' a clip Baby girl bitin' her lip We might just fuck in the crib Or leave the opps dead in a crypt Who wanna jump on this beat? Biryani, boy, we gonna eat She give me a lap dance, what a tease We gon' cook shit in a bit I might spray your gang up in a fit She wanna play with her—excuse me I'm fuckin' her in a three-piece, see I can be fancy James Bond type shit, she sippin' my lemon martini She joinin' the private collection Where you at? You know the location Fuckin' a bitch on a Monday, tradition **[Chorus]** I got some blood on my hands I got some blood on my cash — blood money I got some blood on Star, she a homie Wanna play games? You sure little crodie? Be careful, boy, I know you and your cronies All of the shit we commit need atoning I don't wanna I don't I don't Wanna have to snap Don't want no Don't want no Don't want no Blood on my hands **[Verse 2]** Who says times ain't hard? For all of us, they are You ain't special, you retards Clutch the keyboards, say, "You are not cultured" Lemme never hear some nikka talkin' 'bout knowin' the culture You don't know shit, got questions? Lemme give you the answers Throw me subliminals, tell us we ain't good enough, you bastard Sit down and pray, little harlot, I'm your pastor How the fuck you think shit goes past us? Say hip-hop ain't even a musical genre Okay, then this must be terrorizin' you like a necromancer Mandem tellin' me to embrace the evil, I see none of it Might just be the cancer that the game give you when you get seasoned They drag your name through the mud, then disguise it as criticism Fuck all that—I'm still here, still breathin' Time to call it a day, man, please hit my pyro Fuck it, I might've cheesed it up, this song ain't for Tyro Before you diss me or the mandem, hold up the Bible Pray that whichever God you pray to protects you Hope I win it big, but I guess it's up to the panel Fuck the friendly competition, I'm still the GOAT like Lionel You wanted war? Fine, let the whole thing unravel Just don't be surprised when the blood reaches the handle **[Chorus]** I got some blood on my hands I got some blood on my cash — blood money I got some blood on Star, she a homie Wanna play games? You sure little crodie? Be careful, boy, I know you and your cronies All of the shit we commit need atoning I don't wanna I don't I don't Wanna have to snap Don't want no Don't want no Don't want no Blood on my hands **[Outro]** Shit, I might've started up some chaos Wrote this whole fuckin' song in crayon Ain't a day on this Earth that I'm ever gonna be done But with all of the shit that I'm on I might slumber forever with Massy and Cat, I'm gone Bih-ass nikka, play me out, shit. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔶 𝔙𝔦𝔦𝔟𝔯 𝔐𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔠. 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔶 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔟𝔶 𝔖𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔠𝔨 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 333, OMS