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blood money - something from nothing lyrics

[intro]
okay
its poetry man, it’s not a rap like (surgical with this b+tch)
i can do anything with this mic (i’m surgical with this b+tch jacob)
when i get on the mic, i own this motherf+cker (squad n+gga)
i can talk to you, i can scream at you, i can sing to you (big glo)
i can do whatever the f+ck you want me to do (i mean), that’s me
i mean (in this life), on this one i felt like it’s talking to you like (whoa), just lettin’ you know

[chorus]
my momma left me with nothing but that ain’t no excuse
i’m highly intelligent, why wouldn’t i put into use?
everywhere we go we see a opp, everybody shoot (we shoot)
hit him in the throat, neck, chest, now he baby food (he baby food, woo, f+ck boy, b+tch)
my momma left me with nothing (she left me with nothing)
but its cool (it’s cool though)
look, my momma left me with nothing (nothing)
but that ain’t no excuse (excuse)
i’m highly intelligent, why wouldn’t i put into use? (use)
everywhere we go we see a opp (a opp)
everybody shoot (shoot)
hit him in the throat, neck, chest (chest)
now he baby food (baby food)

[bridge]
now he baby food (now he baby food, woo, boy, it’s f+cked up for you, i say he baby food, this n+gga baby food, f+ck boy)
[verse]
i hit him in the throat, neck, chest, now he baby food (he baby food)
sneak dissin, that’s the sh+t the ladies do (that’s ladies do)
run up on me i’ma knock his motherf+ckin’ top off (noodles loose)
send his jacket back to ‘82 (82)
we run up on him (d+mn), hit him in the chest (chest)
turn him navy blue (face, f+cked up)
i got a big bankroll (bankroll), finna check ’bout 80 coupes (80 coupes, f+ck it, okay)
i’m a k!ller got money on deck (deck), bought 80 troops (80 troops)
and then we hop out on your block with them choppers we lettin’ 80 shoot (80 shoot, b+tch, woah, woah)
my momma left me with nothing (my momma left me with nothing), but still that ain’t no excuse (that ain’t no excuse though)
my momma left me with nothing (nothing), so i’m a product of my environment (my environment)
and everytime i see a motherf+ckin opposition (a opp), i’m firin’ (i’m k!llin sh+t, drillin’ sh+t)
these n+ggas broke without a pot to p+ss in (f+ck it), well i’m hirin’ (i’m on that)
ayy, you say you got it, why you lyin’ then? (you lyin’)
ayy, hehe, he say somebody signin’ him (somebody signin’ you? when?)
we gon catch his ass lackin’, we resignin’ him (we resignin’ him, squad)
ayy, paint a perfect picture with the mac 11, we designin’ him (outlinin’ him)
turn him to some sh+tty can’t pr+nounce, now he lost, ain’t no findin’ him (ain’t no findin’ him)

[outro]
squad n+gga, nah
glo gang, sucka, boy
that was, that was a, that’s a poetry (poetry man), poetry, uh
yeah, yeah, (big glo), that was poetry, poetry
squad n+gga, let me hear that sh+t
that was poetry for real, i was talkin’ sh+t, let me hear that sh+t

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