Talk in Blood

Fuck your block, I piss where your cousin died

Left his teeth in the glass like a whiskey night

Didn't even run when the sirens cried

Just lit up a smoke, let the braincells fry

She said why you move like death in jeans

Told her bitch I'm war, and I don't do peace

Had no dad, just rage and thieves

Now I cut through skin like I'm dicing beef

You pray to God, I text my plug

You kiss your girl, I fuck, then shrug

You hold the pain, I spit, then chug

They talk revenge, I talk in blood

I seen bro get dropped like a call

And his mom said nah he was good, that's all

Fuck that, he snaked and he knew the cost

So we wrapped his head like halal sauce

I'm past that stage where I feel remorse

My blade got names like a dinner course

She wanna fuck then strip of course

But if you talk too much, you'll meet the porch

I don't like noise, I don't like threats

I like silence, scars, and cheques

Talk that drill then show some neck

I want heads, not tweets or texts

Still got blood on the sole of my slides

Still got rage that I smoke to hide

Still got bro in a box inside

Still got hate I ain't justified

Man got shot tryna flex in ends

Man got stabbed for a Benz on rent

Man got lost tryna talk like men

I don't do debates, I do cement

I don't do love, I do locked phones

I don't do hugs, I do cracked bones

Your man got touched, that's just clones

I move like gods when I'm out that zone

One hand firm on a plastic grip

Other hand calm when I scratch that list

Talk too wild then I match that risk

Heard his last breath, it was half a hiss

Red tape round a council gate

Blue lights flash but I move in grace

Backseat full, no license plate

No mask now, just my fucked-up face

I ain't changed since the trauma hit

Still boil rice next to hollow tips