Blood Soaked Money

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I'm a crazy ass white boy, half-blooded Mexican
Raised by the ghetto, pay my dues, that's why I'm flexin',  with it
I'm about progression, no stressin', forward steppin'
But if it's problems, I'm addressing with the lethal weapon
Plates overflowin' on the table that I'm settin'.
Pour the wine, breakin' bread, homie, count your blessings
Co-signing of rat shit, just to keep your fame.
Code of honor, never tarnish, never bring the shame

I got the money on the line and it's blood soaked, so I gotta move smooth when I pick up no joke
O.T. ridin' with the life in the trunk, so the homie in the back got the hand on the pump
I got the crown, hold the streets down.
Im a ghost, get up in the town, then I'm out
Where he go, who is that, never make a sound
False claimin', false flaggin', never catch me doin' it
Rappers are my sons, illegitimate. Bastards, just actors promotin' poison to the masses, so I gotta smash it
Fishbowling  through the bity corners I be bendin'
Keep it 50, never tell you what it isn't
Rappers turn actors, too big for they britches
Rico cases, co-defendants, givin' statements
Federales takin' pictures, now you in the courtroom,
Quoting scriptures

Got the money on the line and it's blood soaked
So I gotta move smooth when I pick up no joke
O.T. ridin' with the life in the trunk
So the homie in the back got the end or the pump

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