Blood Lyrics
Chorus
Every day I count mine
My card don't ever decline
'Cos I've got a thousand cats on my line
So if I went broke I couldn't sign
And get right on back to my grind
Jakes try and put the boy on rewind
But I'm fresh home back it's due time
Verse:
Uh
Tryna get that back
Man relax, cos I need stacks
Man really trap cos I run up in traps
Take man's packs you ain't getting that back
Me bust shots we was like 18
Had a couple phones doing like 18
How you think the jewels and my gold 18?
Can't believe the judge gave Moors 18
Still I push that Katie
I push push like prams no babies
Used to to talk about 4s and a baby
Straight drop makes the feins go...they goin' crazy
See them in the pub with Stacey ask Tracy
See the kid do dirty dancing Pat Swazey
Them man are lazy
My niggas crazy
I got mandem OT
Mandem OT wifeying fat tings, (why?)
Just to have a yard to get their packs in
Man can't tell me about trappin'
Cos I'm in and out of Pack's like black tings
Yo man I got white big black tings
Man I got black big breast tings
Yo, man I got slim tings thick tings
But I really need them bricks in
Yeah I'm cocaine, pyrex mixing
That's every day freedom risking
Cos the feins need a fix not a fixing
Yeah the feins need a
Yo
Peep where I'm Standing
I'm from Camden where crackheads are mandem
And, burglaries and robberies dem happen
Darg you'll lose your jewellery at random
Come past on the GT and grab it
Way before you can say "grab him or stop him" I know that you're stressing
It's the home of the Jug and finessing
The don wasn't paying attention
And he lost his grub to his bredrin
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Darg this a true story I'm telling
Now they're beefing with illegal weapons
You would think that the grub was 11 especially a 7
Eastenders and Crescent
I'm talking "who shot Phil?" shit
I'm talking red blue pill shit
Like bOBBY killed Lucy then Whitney got peeled
Nah donny got peeled for his Whitney
And them man a jerk done for a £50
And that's £10 each do you dig me?
5 man on the move
I'm a man on the move I ain't planning to lose
Italian on my shoes
Cos I spent grands on the food ain't no amateur
Had your girl in the nude had to show her what stamina do
STAMINA
Stamina do
Man I come up off doin that food
And all my niggas are doing it too
Look at your girlfriend she's doing the crew
Man she does it for us she don't do it for you
I can turn one into two
Still tryna fuck with the crew
Must have been bunnin' on food
Chorus:
Every day I count mine
My card don't ever decline
'Cos I've got a thousand cats on my line
So if I went broke I couldn't sign
And get right on back to my grind
Jakes try and put the boy on rewind
But I'm fresh home back it's due time
