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Artiste : A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Titre : Blood Sweat & Tears
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Hunnid bands for a Kilo, nigga)

When it´s all said and done
I´ll be here to shut up the critics, when they all said I´m done

I was lost in the slums (Yeah)
How the fuck you give me a fork when you offer me crumbs?
Promise I ain´t takin´ no loss, I ain´t forfeitin´ nothin´
This shit ain´t killed me, it made me strong (Made me strong)
M told me that I got it, it´s just gon´ take me longer (Take me longer)
Sometimes it´s hard to get spotted, when all this weight is on you (Weight is on you)
We play the hallway, two in the morn´
In broad day shootin´s was norm´
I´m paranoid in the coupe, the roof usually on
Keep me a Glocky just for the opposites (For the opps)
And the ones I be ridin´ with, got no tolerance (Ain´t got no tolerance)

Seen a nigga get in the game, ´til it´s men start actin´ strange and he took em out of it (Yeah)
Who the fuck you supposed to trust when your homies´ll do you filthy?
No witness or co-defedant, it´s harder to prove you guilty (Yeah)
Whenever we in attendance , just know that we movin´ milly (militant)
A couple cougars, that´s two .40´s, only bitches who defend me (Yeah)

I gave my blood, sweat and tears and my passion (Tears and my passion)
And if I die today, it´s okay my legacy´ll be everlastin´ (Legacy´ll be everlastin´)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)

Where I´m from gunshots bring the satisfaction (Satisfaction)

We don´t speak on it, don´t trust a nigga that ask what happened (Ask what happened)
Survival of the trenches, man you gotta adapt to trappin´
Or you get chauffeured in hearses, or in back of that patty wagon (Woah)
It´s crazy we beat them charges, I´m walkin´ out the courtroom victorious (Victorious)
I´m tryna be an artist that´s gon´ go out notorious (Notorious)
If he a target, I hope he can turn into Morpheus
I heard some niggas sayin´ it´s war with us (What?)
We ain´t callin´ no peace treaty
I remember seein´ shootouts, nigga it was like three a week (three a week)
On the look out, watchin´ every car that seem creep (Seem creep)

Opps tryna plot, so we locked and load (Locked and load)
Cops lock you in a box, make you claustrophobic
My opinion never mattered, I don´t know why I voted (Why I voted?)
I´ll probably get more political later (Political later)
But all the presidents I´m like “damn they print em on paper”
Stoppin´ when the light red, get you sent to your maker (Yeah)

I gave my blood, sweat and tears and my passion (Tears and my passion)
And if I die today, it´s okay my legacy´ll be everlastin´ (Legacy´ll be everlastin´)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)