Jackboy - Baptize In Blood

Most these niggas don't know what they be riding for
They be ready to crash out like they driving with a blindfold
Before you approach me, you better know how to shoot without your eyes closed
Before you approach me, better think twice 'cause I'ma let it blow
Yeah, let it go, ayy, we tryna let it rock
Even when I'm by myself, yeah, I'm tryna make it pop
Last time I was in the hood, I left I left a nigga blood right on the block
Cryin' like a bitch, I spared you, I let you make it out

I spared you, nigga, I let you stay alive
'Cause deep down inside we both know you was supposed to die
Too much pride, sometimes I get caught in my evil ways
Too much pride, I go to war with the whole GA
Yeah, shout out to the ones that's still full of love
And the ones that's hatin', run up, come get filled with slugs
I'm a thug, I don't know what the fuck you niggas expect from me
Please don't check for me unless you 'bout to bring that check to me
Fuck a recipe, I done made up my lil' own sauce
1804 the label, nigga, I'm my own boss
Niggas sayin' they made me but can't go make another one
I was finna have them racks regardless, is you fuckin' dumb?
All I know is go get the money
This shit ain't gon' never stop
Why the fuck would I stop right now when I'm almost at the fuckin' top?
I'm almost at the top, nigga had to climb up from the bottom
I learned to keep a tool, it'll help me fix up all my problems

(I learnt to keep a tool, it'll help me fix up all my problems)
(I'm almost at the top, nigga had to climb up from the bottom)

Most these niggas don't know what they be riding for
They be ready to crash out like they driving with a blindfold
Before you approach me, you better know how to shoot without your eyes closed
Before you approach me, better think twice 'cause I'ma let it blow
Yeah, let it go, ayy, we tryna let it rock
Even when I'm by myself, yeah, I'm tryna make it pop
Last time I was in the hood, I left I left a nigga blood right on the block
Cryin' like a bitch, I spared you, I let you make it out

(Cryin' like a bitch, I spared you, I let you make it out)
(Last time I was in the hood, I left I left a nigga blood right on the block)

Written by:
Pierre DeLince

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Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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