I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Never been one to point fingers
We just trynna be winners
This is love, nothing else close
Milk mustache and a bloody nose
Got our middle fingers in the air,
It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair
And now your best friend's having kids
Raising my fingers to critics
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody
Thoughts of bloody murder.
I pipe in and one night her
Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday
Now i'm sitting on my couch with my hands bloody
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