Young Jmatts all black in attack mode
Looking through your window
And I’m creeping in the back door
m#th*rf#ck*r eyes on red and my hat low
Bet I’m gonna have ’em wondering
Like where my cash go
#ssh#l# tendencies I’ll never be
A f#cking celebrity I’m an enemy
To every entity getting next to me
Slither like a centipede better be
On your best behavior, danger
f#ck your b#tch ’til my lеgs hurt
These hating motherf#ckеrs wanna cross me
I don’t give a f#ck assassinating is a hobby
Heartbeats stop when I pop up and drop heat
Finally I’m feeling myself how could I not be
b#tch it’s a mindset
The grind get tough with the times yet
Mistakes we make in life don’t define it
I’m trying to get out the dirt
And yeah I been out of work
But I’ve learned and I’ve hurt
Too much to sit down and burn up
Blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I just don’t know what to think
I know I’ll never be enough
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Call my father call my shrink
But don’t you ever call my bluff
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I just don’t know what to think
I know I’ll never be enough
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Call my father call my shrink
But don’t you ever call my bluff
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