Tekster:
Bad Blood On Your Own

meet you, sir Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your

done. I shoot through pants, no chance to pull for your gun. Man, a lot of ya'll cats can't stand that one on one. Wind up getting embarrassed right in front of your

the average though Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on death row 'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so lovely On the blood-soaked

So hit the lights lights lights Baby hold it And let me holla on this remix for a moment so watch me kick it then im gonna flip this script and own it,own

need to lighten up Never that, I'ma speak my mind, keep windin' up Black flag wrapped on my face on my billboard Look around, Diddy got a flag on his

arm Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm Tell the woman be easy Naah squeeze the Charmin Test Wyclef, see death flesh get scorned Beat you so bad

omen The coldest crome to your dome Sewn and holdin it's own Let the barrel announce my ferocity Twist spacious velocities For haters watchin me Make your

like mac mall 'Cuz it act like you can?t rap at all We havin' jobs and swingin' on platinum balls So don?t get flat on your walls An get snatched up

sleep for days,its like im lost in luv im only init 'cause it pay Road things are getting bad,more and more I'm going back to my own ways Sumtimes I