Omar Kartier - Bleed

If they claiming they real but they doing the most
Better watch out for them fraudulent folks
Swearing they street but they barely concrete
Be talking bout bands but they pockets petite
I wanted to see all my brothas succeed
So I gave it my all til my heart start to bleed
Money, it really do grow on them trees
Fruits of your labor, but 1st plant the seeds
If they claiming they real but they doing the most
Better watch out for them fraudulent folks
Swearing they street but they barely concrete
Be talking bout bands but they pockets petite
I wanted to see all my brothas succeed
So I gave it my all til my heart start to bleed
Money, it really do grow on them trees
Fruits of your labor, but 1st plant the seeds
Everybody trapped out, claiming they da plug
Til the shyt get real and they face in the mud
The hate you gave, really made a brotha turn THUG
Boy they only gangsta when they tweaking off drugs
Rock salt pop, then its followed by slug
Have ya folded up like in the hucklebuck
Never go off luck, play it safe keep tuck
Have the whoppah dump, dump, sounding like a Mac Truck
The story got stale, had to write new chapter
Trimmed off the fat, now I’m climbing up the ladder
Dark days first and the glory comes after
Multiply the factors that make the pockets fatter
I only want the cheese, y’all keep the beef & tea
Cause if ya gotta burned, lil buddy 3rd degree
I don’t the need features, cooking ether doing me
Switching up the stance slide a goofy off dey feet
Wahht
If they claiming they real but they doing the most
Better watch out for them fraudulent folks
Swearing they street but they barely concrete
Be talking bout bands but they pockets petite
I wanted to see all my brothas succeed
So I gave it my all til my heart start to bleed
Money, it really do grow on them trees
Fruits of your labor, but 1st plant the seeds
Vibe to my own groove, can’t walk in my shoes
I charged a lot to game and I been paid dues
My mama raised man, standing on own my two
Get bread with my cheese all day fondue
When ya .38 Hot yeen ain't waiting on a cue
Ya catch a bih lackin, buss'em down that the move
Keep winners in ya circle baby, how you go lose
Tupac was the star but Omar had the juice
I'm Mr. Make It Happen, never making no excuse
Maneuver thru the obstacles while taking they abuse
Real shell shocked souljah certified blown fuse
So ya bump heads know ya dealing with moose
I still find it critical to be an individual
Get up in ya mind, on ya eardrum leave some residue
Paving all my avenues that lead to revenue
Haters eat a dick, and the royalties incredible
If they claiming they real but they doing the most
Better watch out for them fraudulent folks
Swearing they street but they barely concrete
Be talking bout bands but they pockets petite
I wanted to see all my brothas succeed
So I gave it my all til my heart start to bleed
Money, it really do grow on them trees
Fruits of your labor, but 1st plant the seeds
If they claiming they real but they doing the most
Better watch out for them fraudulent folks
Swearing they street but they barely concrete
Be talking bout bands but they pockets petite
I wanted to see all my brothas succeed
So I gave it my all til my heart start to bleed
Money, it really do grow on them trees
Fruits of your labor, but 1st plant the seeds

Written by:
OMAR WALTON SR

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