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lil k-murder - blood in my eyes كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(yeah, yeah)
ayy, turn me up in the headphones, man
ain’t no mercy in these streets, nah
blood in my eyes, i ain’t blinkin’ (nah)
we on demon time, no sleepin’

[verse]
blood in my eyes, i don’t see no peace
scope on the chop, turn opps to a feast
spin through the block, leave sh_lls in the street
if he talk tough, then we put him to sleep
ayy, i ain’t with the talkin’, i’m lettin’ it bang
hundred_round drum, let it rip through his gang
i came from the trenches, ain’t nothin’ the same
lost too many brothers, got ice in my veins
glock on my hip, that’s a reaper attachment
hollows gon’ rip, ain’t no need for no bandage
he thought he was savage, got left in the past tense
chop make ’em dance like he part of a pageant
i stay with the hitters, they know i don’t cap
if it’s up, then it’s stuck, ain’t no way to come back
we don’t do the diss songs, we pull up where he at
put beams on his dome, turn his cap to a hat
rollin’ up opps, got the pack in rotation
if he want smoke, then we givin’ him facin’
money keep stackin’, it’s tall like a basin
i stay with them demons, they lackin’ no patience
pull up in forums, the windows is tinted
my bro got a case, but he still never snitchin’
i came from the bottom, was stuck in them trenches
now it’s big money, we count up them digits
say he want war, he get left on the curb
i put that on gang, i put that on my word
we catchin’ him lackin’, we leave him in dirt
he talk out his neck, now his face on a shirt
30s and 50s, we slide with them beams
red dot his nose, now he look like a meme
i move with them steppers, they play for the team
we don’t do the talkin’, we makin’ a scene
ayy, blood on my hands, got me feelin’ like jason
mask on my face, but this ain’t no occasion
chop got a kick, got it soundin’ like haitians
play with my name, he get left on the pavement
hunnid shots ringin’, they duckin’ for cover
he called for his bro, but we took out his brother
ain’t no remorse, we just load up another
we double it back, make ’em scream for they mother
chain on my neck, but my heart full of ice
opps talkin’ reckless, they payin’ the price
i got the scope, i ain’t blinkin’ it twice
if we send a hit, then he gone by the night
told my lil’ homie, don’t talk on them phones
feds on the line, tryna tap what we on
if we got a problem, we slide with the chrome
ain’t no confessions, we keep it unknown
walk in the spot, got the bl!ck in my jeans
they know my name, i ain’t new to the scene
hundreds on hundreds, my pockets obscene
if he want smoke, he get turned to a dream
drums in the back, like we playin’ percussion
we catch him lackin’, ain’t givin’ discussion
hundred_round burst, got it soundin’ like russian
we do the drill, then we flee with no fussin’
money keep stackin’, this paper keep comin’
plug sent a load, now we back up and thumbin’
i came from the struggle, i started with nothin’
now it’s designer whenever i’m stuntin’
blood on my hands, blood in my eyes
too many nights, had to pray to survive
if he want war, then he ready to die
we send a shot, leave his soul in the sky
[outro]
(yeah, yeah)
no sleep, i stay on alert (yeah)
blood in my eyes, see the pain in my shirt (uh)
ain’t no remorse, put his name in the dirt (brrt)
hundred_round drum, make his gang do the work (skrrt)

- lil k murder

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