Makhail Grey - Bloodshed Lyrics

Coming out the grip like this hoe
Zone 3 yeah yeah on me
Yeah yeah yeah
Makhail Grey Man on this bitch oh shit
Yeah

I gave em the work they dropping the ball I guess they can't handle the shit
If I'm not involved I have to go off and lead by example this year
And now that I'm on I head to the top and switch up the angle on them
They want me gone but a nigga ain't gone feel like a boss feel like I

Feel like I lost I took eleven Ls it's time for a W
Execute
Why Follow that punchline and Z it was alphabetical
I laugh at the fact that you think that you got it but bitch I'm ahead of you
Never been less than you
I will take everything even da pinky ring
Leave you in destitute hoe

Feel like a boss feel like I'm on
Feels like I did it myself
Look at me know look how I sound
Feel like I did it myself
Had to go get it cause nobody did it for me had to do it myself
Everybody talking better back back back off me for I snap on you
Write in the morning the nights and the afternoons
I gotta build up in attributes
You talk about coming after me then I'ma really come after you
See me swerving down the avenue
Don't switch up your attitude
Keep that same energy
Not afraid of making enemies
I'm a fan of making enemies
Dance on the grave of my enemies

F*ck what you think
I'm on the brink of a snap
My heads unattached
A lot of the times I feel like I'm breaching a spas
Reach for the strap
I prolly go off and empty the lead on a pad
Don't like what I see
I rip out the sheets
Reload up the clips and restart it from scratch
Woo
Wait a minute minute made menace
Sentimental little face I gotta put the bass in em
Got em bent up outta shape when I spit the game with em
Put the aim to their cranium put a stain in em
Hanging em changing em Little Wayne'ing em
Follow every little thing when I'm
*sa saying it
Understand what I'm saying
I got a problem my mental is dangerous
My writtens need laymen's ok

I do this shit with no problem
Sick and tired of niggas flexing bout money but can't afford 35 dollars
Don't hit my line of come to my studio less you come up on some guala -whoo
No nigga I am not sorry - aye
Underdeveloped don't work on your craft
Lotta you niggas are garbage

Need a bottle of propane
Spitting out cold flames
Bitches sucking on my noodle packet of Lou-main
Road rage
Swerving back and forth between both lanes
Hitting every nigga thinking I was a closed case
Sentimental little simple nigga fragile like a pack of peanut brittle
You ain't temperamental nigga sweeter than a pack of skittles
If you acting different
I aim the holographic at your temple
Not an accidental splatter painting nigga ohhh

I ain't trippin bout it no
I ain't trippin bout it nah
I ion need you niggas help aye
I could live without it yeah

I ain't trippin bout it no
I ain't trippin bout it yeah
I ion need you niggas help aye
I could live without it

Blood shed
Shed tears shed sweat ethics all yeah
I been I been ethics all year
Blood shed
Shed tears shed sweat ethics all yeah
I been I been ethics all year

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