Letras
Blood in the pooooooool
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Blood in the pool that bodies in the water
Another lost son
Another gone daughter
Niggas been killing to prove whose harder
But secretly the pray to father to live further than they father
If a gangsta could he'll fall upon the alter
Lift every homie out the coffin
Take back every smoke rewind all the coughing
So we can all say that we never lost em
Try to live happy
But we'll never see awesome
Cuz we ain't here with the ones that was bossin
The road to Glory don't guarantee greatness
Gonna be some real
An abundance of some fakeness
Try to live happy
But we'll never see awesome
Cuz we ain't here with the ones that was bossin
The road to Glory don't guaranteed greatness
Gonna be some real
An abundance of some fakeness
Round of applause with the radius of the haters
But believing in yourself with with the measure of equator
Appreciate now
But schedule for later
If ya take a step back
Make your next move greater
Keep ya grass low like the side of a taper
Regardless what they tell ya
Always know ya neighbor
A lot of people talk but the closest ones will play ya
Liars come in twos that's a fable for a fable
Co signer cappin too that's a label for a label
Cash up front fuck a favor for a favor
A lot of Soulja gone from that foolery yea
If ya steal one of them they taking two to be fair
Mend a broken heart but never truly repair
Survival of the fittest and the cabinets is bare
Imagine saying that I'm fake
Knowing you still scamming
The music is still jamming
I studied but still cramming
The scholar, I'll be that
Cuz it's too many gangsters
No accomplishments at all
Wish your mama had spanked ya
Thinkin Sleep ain't with the shits
You ain't never seen him lit
Sace shades fresh fit
Alphas yelling who you with
Got gorillas in the clique
But we all draped in blue
Like some crips but we in school
Bunch of educated fools
Learned the rules instead of breaking them
And swam through the loopholes
Yall chasing down brands
Like you still buying school clothes
Blood in the pool
Gatsby gone
We got new goals
A legacy of peace
Blowing money like it's kool joes
Circle full of khujos
But we ain't fighting dawgs here
Sleepy talking different
Yea I'm in your ear all year
Flying til it's all clear
Anxiety ain't all fear
Gatsby's last wishes
Throw them fake ninjas off the pier
Prototype Sleepy
Willy James with his rage back
Flexin on them too
No way out this a cage match
Y'all don't really hear me
Think somebody pushed the stage back
Diet out of wack
Give me beats I just I ate that
I hate that
I used to think the industry was special
If you solid they will bless you
Naw them boys gon try to test you
If you want this then it's best you have your convo with the devil
If it's worth it peace be with you but I'm staying on my level look
Throw me in a heated kitchen
Bet I'll find some time to cook
A pool full of sharks
Bet they only care about the hook
When it's all over I won't care about how long it took
Help you get your monies worth I'm writing me a bigger book
Next one For The Scholars
Yea for all the nerds who never ran
The boy in the band now a man with another plan
No time to bluff better fold and play another hand
Visions of success
Something you just might not understand
Add the ones who lurkin talking down I got a bunch of fans
The pendulum goes left to right just gotta watch see how it pans
Make your own way rarely will the world give you a chance
Life been a what? throw ya money up and watch her dance