Blood On My Denim

It's JoeFromYO I thought every girl I had was the one, but she was not it 99 percent of bitches be thottin' (Thottin') If I do the same thing, you'll say I'm not shit (Not shit) I could do the same thing, you'll leave me cryin' (Cryin') She got a little deeper through the process (Process) Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it) Walk around with two Glizzys in my pocket Already cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (Socket) Nigga, way before the fame, we was wildin' Then they killed my nigga Quado from the projects (Projects) And it's a shame, all the bitches that was curvin' I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments) She was lookin' O.D. from a side eye Said she ain't a eater, oh, she lied, oh, she lied-lied Woke up to three bitches in my bed Made me say it three times, "Oh, you fine, oh, you fine-fine" I ain't rockin' wit' no hoe niggas, or a bozo That's a no-no, nigga, nah, nah I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabanna I lost my niggas to the streets when it could've been me It's fucked up, they either dead or doing fed time Boy, you all about your bread, so am I If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline And I keep it by the dresser That's for any bitch who ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya Still got blood on my denims That was all the blood that was in him No more love in a nigga No more love in a nigga But I swear her company made me so comfortable I don't fuck with her The way she fuck with me And it's probably 'cause I'm from the X Where they take for respect Thought I would've been into the grave on my death Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech Now, I'm a trendsetter, from my sweater to my hat Biggs put me on the big-ass purple Puma jet I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet" And if I die, I'ma die for my respect Bury me with like a milli' on my neck, ah She was lookin' O.D. from a side eye Said she ain't a eater, but she lie all the time-time I woke up to three bitches in my bed Made me say it three times, like "You fine, oh, you fine-fine" I ain't rockin' wit' no hoe niggas, or a bozo That's a no-no, nigga, nah, nah I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabanna I lost my niggas to the streets when it could've been me It's fucked up, they either dead or doing fed time Boy, you all about your bread, so am I If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline And I keep it by the dresser Just in case a bitch every to to break my heart, I won't let ya I still got blood on my denims That was the blood that was in him No more love in a nigga Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got I wonder if the streets still care about me Long story, I can never really talk about it I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got I used to be up on the corner with my young akh Now, I go and buy a couple pounds of the fronto I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high I still smoke it by the pound, like a rasta I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat I been through it, but I'm not givin' up, yeah I switch up on different cars, now they upset