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Blood on Cleats (Piano G Demo)
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Polo G
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(D-Diego) (B-Bankroll Got**) Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story Speak from the heart and I just tell ‘em “Record me” Fi was my n***a ever since we was shorties Living lawless, we don’t respect no authority My paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities I’m trapped inside 'cause I don’t know who really for me No, I ain’t trippin’, I just play this sh*t accordingly Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh Double G’s to the death, who I’m rockin’ with And my steppers be standin’ on top of sh*t I’m the last n***a you wanna plot against Put that bеam on his head and demolish it Everyday, usеd to post on the block and sh*t Swear this life in the street get monogamous Clutch time, better hope that them shots’ll miss Like three-two-one on the clock and sh*t Deep scars ‘cause I been through a lot of sh*t I need to see a psychologist, deep thoughts in that cell Could of got a degree on some college sh*t My homie a slave to the system, they never abolished it I know we regardless we for, care less about politics I gotta speak up on everything I got a problem with Man I thought we was stuck in the hood Now a n***a fly all ‘cross the continent I’m the greatest, gon’ make ‘em acknowledge it Stand on my word, I keep all of my promises You was in love, my feelings was opposite Still want your love on some toxic sh*t, uh Hope I’m the one you can always be honest with, uh Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story Speak from the heart and I just tell ‘em “Record me” Fi was my n***a ever since we was shorties Living lawless, we don’t respect no authority My paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities I’m trapped inside 'cause I don’t know who really for me No, I ain’t trippin’, I just play this sh*t accordingly Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh Uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story Speak from the heart and I just tell ‘em “Record me” Fi was my n***a ever since we was shorties Living lawless, we don’t respect no authority My paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities I’m trapped inside 'cause I don’t know who really for me No, I ain’t trippin’, I just play this sh*t accordingly Trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh
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