Death.wav - Blood In Dirt

Blood in the dirt
I'm going berserk
I got me a knife ok
I like to do work
I drip from my shirt
Down to my toes ok
Niggas got problems
I gotta solve them
We Run up, I spottem I gottem
My brothers, that's As-sa over to laamu down to alaykum hey

It's funny I'm sure
You could get fucked up over a word
Ain't it absurd?
That a fuck nigga keep looking at me like he gonna do something
Instead of keep talking, just do something
Nigga keep talking gotta prove something
Put your heart in it like you can't lose something
Ain't you just notice? That I just rhymed like something with something with something
This shit still bumping
Up in the whip we be crumping
If this was the 2000s the equivalent of crunking
But, my blade was for me and dancing
We could do this up in my mansion or any other place that you want you just have to pay for expansion
Now my answer is, inject a toxic so cancerous
Ice on my neck but go check the wrist
Fuck with me but can't test the fit
And all your money is just counterfeit
Me and my niggas form a conglomerate
We'll take down your society of confederates

Blood in the dirt
I'm going berserk
I got me a knife ok
I like to do work
I drip from my shirt
Down to my toes ok
Niggas got problems
I gotta solve them
We Run up, I spottem I gottem
My brothers, that's As-sa over to laamu down to alaykum hey

The world works in one specific rotation, you could get lost in location
Better find doctors and methods of flotation, might need a midas touch for this occasion
Spit the specifics
Hip to the pacific
I power up like I'm playing a game based on physics

Written by:
Drake Bolding

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