Rich Fingerss - Nose Bleed

(Pure unmixed with any other matter
Being thus and no other
Free from what vitiates weakens and pollutes
Containing nothing that does not properly belong)
Yeah I want everything to be right
Understand what I'm sayin'
I want it all to be right
(Tell Tatyana Tevin)
(Yeah)
Tell Tatyana Tevin ain't got nothin' on me
And if we beefin' then you better not pull up on me
Cuz' I got homies that dont play about they homie
But I do my own dirt and you better know it's on me
RIP Bankroll keep a funky five on me
And if you know me you cant owe me thats the old me
I'm high off life but I spit that dope that make they nose bleed
(I'm high off life but I spit that dope that make they nose bleed)
I'm flying private but I use to ride them coach seats
I never made it to the league 'cause they couldn't coach me
I can't confide I take it in stride like they don't know me
I been a vibe if you ain't right you can't approach me
I use to write my brother kites and send him proceeds
Now its lights camera action we don't get no sleep
I met my girl a summer night and she was so sweet
Now it be lights camera action in my four speed
Dreams the only thing I'm gettin' close to
One take hit my target every time I call it pro tools
All on the gram barkin' like he wanted smoke (Ohh)
Hopped out waving sticks like we was blind 'cause I don't know you
Time is money but I find it funny
When I'm rhyming smart it seem to find a dummy
If my team a do they part we gone divide this money
Stay focused bee's is buzzin' they tryin' to find this honey
Yea they tryin' to find us honey turned my rainy days sunny
Blowin' all that bread you made got you back to feelin' crummy
I don't lack can't take nun' from me
Touch a trap I got it jumpin'
Touch a stage I got it bumpin'
All around the world they love me
Yeah
Tell Tatyana Tevin ain't got nothin' on me
And if we beefin' then you better not pull up on me
Cuz' I got homies that dont play about they homie
But I do my own dirt and you better know it's on me
RIP Bankroll keep a funky five on me
And if you know me you cant owe me thats the old me
I'm high off life but I spit that dope that make they nose bleed
(I'm high off life but I spit that dope that make they nose bleed)
(Look)
I can't stop going in I know they wonder why
Probably 'cause I'm from the ten Great Grandma live in the sky
I use to ride the bench until they put me in
Honestly I ain't touch the bench since then
Big wins ballin' like im 6'10"
Studio the kitchen cookin' up a chicken
Serve a nigga pigeon
Listen now the birds is my words Peter Griffin
Throwed off nigga on the curb but I ain't pitchin'
Hold weight I'm my own muscle i been liftin'
Cold case or not we gone beat it thats the mission
Drought hit on the gas so you know we got them grits in
Parlay with a 50 I hit Steve to put my picks in
Both say they like me I hit one but I don't know which twin
It's called life when you get crossed and don't know which friend
I hit em' back to back thats twice and I ain't missin'
And i ain't talkin' fashion when I say I got that drip in
(It's Fingerss)
Tell Tatyana Tevin ain't got nothin' on me
And if we beefin' then you better not pull up on me
Cuz' I got homies that dont play about they homie
But I do my own dirt and you better know it's on me
RIP Bankroll keep a funky five on me
And if you know me you cant owe me thats the old me
I'm high off life but I spit that dope that make they nose bleed
(I'm high off life but I spit that dope that make they nose bleed)
(Look)

Written by:
Trorye Jones

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