Blood on Cleats (Piano G Demo) lyrics

[Intro]
(D-Diego)
(B-Bankroll Gotit)

[Chorus]
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*gga 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

[Verse]
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*gga 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, regardless, we f*cking 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*gga fly all ‘cross the continent
I’m the greatest, gon’ make ‘em acknowledge it
Man of my word, I keep all of my promises
You was in love, and 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
[Chorus]
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*gga 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

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
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*gga 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