blood sport

cash got a bag of beats

cash got a bag-

kill or be killed

blood drippin' from the lion's hair

was one of many kids in the project just like a science fair

if you think you reap what you sew then you think life is fair

you tryna reach the top

what if satan's waits at the highest stair?

don't let desires get you fired

shit'll have you sinnin'

the thirst for money and these bitches that's what got you in it

the nigga that's supposed to have your back might stab you in it

be mad you winnin' when they're seein' all this cash you gettin'

had iron when i met wit' clients

i ain't gettin' robbed

always kept that stick when i served 'em just like a shish kabob

caught three pistol cases

still ready if ever it's a prob'

refuse to get on top and start slippin'

shit

that's how bishop died

the same ones that'll snitch usually be the same ones that's quick to ride

loyal in them streets

but when in that system then they switchin' sides

squad was pumpin' gas on the ave

but i had a different drive

and i know life is short

so i'm hustlin' on a different time

lyrics changed my life

had to work and master this gift from god

you wanna open doors? then it's you that gotta go twist the knob

never lookin' down on my niggas

i'm 'bout upliftin' minds

i gotta talk to 'em and school 'em

face your biggest fears and your demons

that's how them villains die

o.g. gettin' high as a kite while me and my sister cried

livin' in the 'jects

dreams of bustin' loose like we richard pryor

they don't know the son

let 'em criticize

i'm here to rise

made it on my own

shit

i even made it against the odds

from shootin' out the windows of rentals i got from enterprise

to pushups in that county while prayin' i don't get prison time

i seen some famous rappers unhappy

i'm glad i didn't sign

i come from the bottom

nigga

now i'm livin' comfortably

moved mama out the hood

but she went back 'cause she too fuckin' street

still thankful to be able to wake up to my dream

i'd never trade it or my bros

no

i stuck with my team

just bought a brand new ning-ding

that bitch come with a beam

and if it's snakes up in my grass

they gettin' cut from the team

my money taller than jabbar 'cause i put up my kareem

your hand out because you broke

rappers up in a sling

i swear i never been a ball hog

can't lead a game with no assists

welcome to the world where karma's dead and fairness don't exist

and if you still have life

go fight that fight until it's over with

your brain is a gift

you can't use it unless you open it

learn your enemy

you can't counter if you don't know his tricks

i know you have a plan for the glory

but do you know the risk?

i hope you drivin' through life with caution

because that road is slick

my squad look like a hockey team

everybody holdin' sticks

we ain't takin' losses

like a chauffer

we got dough to get

your bitch know i'm lit

i could turn her to the coldest bitch

she on my drip

she blew my top

i been had sauce like open pit

i am of no religion

god himself

that's who i'm rollin' with

you know that i'm good with this

the others don't come close to this

they said i got it hands down 'cause i snap like a broken wrist

god over y'all

this is facts

not a thesis

he can rip rappers to pieces

and plus he heals and he teaches

don't take the kindness for weakness

your closest friends could be leeches

share lots of money with niggas

let 'em see racks like it's cleavage

watch how you cross me

oh yes

you will get nailed down like you jesus

get wet for sure like the beaches

talk tough until you left speechless

think shit a game 'til someone's dead

i used to teach lessons in bloodshed

you don't wanna hear what my gun said

i will give you a taste 'til your tongues red

i used to put cash in my mattress

i was sleepin' on stacks like a bunk bed

used to flex for the birds 'cause they love bread

salsa walk and be ready

don't run scared

reminiscin' on friends from the trenches

i got some up in jail

i got some dead

and all 'cause i knew where the slums lead

i put more options in my son's head

don't let losses of life ever lynch you

i don't wanna see you with a hung head

gotta keep your head up through them dark times

can't be walkin' around like the sun's dead

to feel that wind

i was walkin' through that cold

blood

sweat and tears waterin' the garden of my soul

the hardest with the flows

targetin' my goals

believin' in myself and never bargainin' my soul

god!