Two
GG
BRaZY
Blood on the streets
Seen too many lose
Mister Lajan Ova Eaters
Two
I said don't tell me what it is to be a man
Cause' as a kid I grew up fast my momma made me who I am
No active father in the picture only Gramps to fill the pants
My granny told me how to love but fell in love with chasing bands
Since Sunday-School I had a plan knew God would turn me to that man
I prayed so many lonely nights but only I could take that stand
But I be thanking for the hands that God be giving cause' I can
Provide for everything I love and let no envy take me in
They left me soaking in the rain but I was destined for the win
Ran this money up cause' of the pain but them deaths f*cking with my head
Seen them niggas went switching lane them boys went out going fed
Can't have no goofies hanging with the gang that shit be f*cking with the bread
Can't have no goofies hanging with the gang and got undercover tension
Them reapers come to get you You know that jump out gang gon stand on business
Jumping out with switches Them reapers cut through lighting shit like Christmas
Seen niggas dissing snitching but I know he can't live the life we living
Two
(Can't man)
It's blood on the sheets
It's blood on the streets
My Brodie lost somebody too so we gon sit and creep
Only God fearing nigga ain't no looking for the beef
But if you try Get sent to God
Ain't no one-upping on me
(Bitch)
If you try Get sent to God ain't no one-upping on me
LOE BRZY - BLOOD ON DA STREETS Lyrics
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Two
GG
BRaZY
Blood on the streets
Seen too many lose
Mister Lajan Ova Eaters
Two
I said don't tell me what it is to be a man
Cause' as a kid I grew up fast my momma made me who I am
No active father in the picture only Gramps to fill the pants
My granny told me how to love but fell in love with chasing bands
Since Sunday-School I had a plan knew God would turn me to that man
I prayed so many lonely nights but only I could take that stand
But I be thanking for the hands that God be giving cause' I can
Provide for everything I love and let no envy take me in
They left me soaking in the rain but I was destined for the win
Ran this money up cause' of the pain but them deaths f*cking with my head
Seen them niggas went switching lane them boys went out going fed
Can't have no goofies hanging with the gang that shit be f*cking with the bread
Can't have no goofies hanging with the gang and got undercover tension
Them reapers come to get you You know that jump out gang gon stand on business
Jumping out with switches Them reapers cut through lighting shit like Christmas
Seen niggas dissing snitching but I know he can't live the life we living
Two
(Can't man)
It's blood on the sheets
It's blood on the streets
My Brodie lost somebody too so we gon sit and creep
Only God fearing nigga ain't no looking for the beef
But if you try Get sent to God
Ain't no one-upping on me
(Bitch)
If you try Get sent to God ain't no one-upping on me
GG
BRaZY
Blood on the streets
Seen too many lose
Mister Lajan Ova Eaters
Two
I said don't tell me what it is to be a man
Cause' as a kid I grew up fast my momma made me who I am
No active father in the picture only Gramps to fill the pants
My granny told me how to love but fell in love with chasing bands
Since Sunday-School I had a plan knew God would turn me to that man
I prayed so many lonely nights but only I could take that stand
But I be thanking for the hands that God be giving cause' I can
Provide for everything I love and let no envy take me in
They left me soaking in the rain but I was destined for the win
Ran this money up cause' of the pain but them deaths f*cking with my head
Seen them niggas went switching lane them boys went out going fed
Can't have no goofies hanging with the gang that shit be f*cking with the bread
Can't have no goofies hanging with the gang and got undercover tension
Them reapers come to get you You know that jump out gang gon stand on business
Jumping out with switches Them reapers cut through lighting shit like Christmas
Seen niggas dissing snitching but I know he can't live the life we living
Two
(Can't man)
It's blood on the sheets
It's blood on the streets
My Brodie lost somebody too so we gon sit and creep
Only God fearing nigga ain't no looking for the beef
But if you try Get sent to God
Ain't no one-upping on me
(Bitch)
If you try Get sent to God ain't no one-upping on me
Writer: Blake Geffrard
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