Ryan Oakes - Blood

Was never bout the money thats not how I get my fix,
And now every month I make enough to cop another whip,
Exes see the numbers I put up it prolly make em sick,
Thinking how well they’d be living if they weren’t such a bitch,

You’re prolly embarrassed,
I didn’t realize that I was hanging with parrots,
Repeating everything I do I guess you inherit,
Toxicity I’ll play it nice and blame your dick parents,

I said im out for blood,
You know I’ve just begun,
I’m spilling out my guts
This shit is way too fun
I said I’m out out for blood,

She want the package like its flat rate
I told her begging is a bad trait,
Honestly you’re lucky that its not a bad day,
How bout I toss a couple bands your way and give myself a tax break

All I do is win and honestly I think im cursed,
Kicked me down a million times it ended up being my worth,
Every knife I had inside my back just severed every nerve,
All my fake friends got a label and still couldn’t make it work lol

Then watch you em say I switched up
I had to cut em off and they aint’ ever getting stitched up,
I said that it was crunch time and you even couldn’t sit up,
Hit you with the check mate when I go and pick your bishop (bitch up)

Yeah im out for blood,
And I’ve just begun,
I’m spilling out my guts
This shit is way too fun
Yeah im out for blood,

Written by:
JAYDEN JAMES SEELEY, RYAN ZACHARY OAKES

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