DC — Tears, Sweat, Blood

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I been up since mornin’, sounds of the birds and the foxes yawnin’
They judge but I just ignore ’em, get one life and you’re not respawnin’ (One)
Stove on the pot tings borin’ (Boring), bro said he might try rappin’ (Rappin’)
The talkin’ a lot tings borin’ (Yeah), told bro that I might try action
In the field all day but still man pray cos the soul needs healin’ (Yeah)
Still tryna ghost these demons (Yeah), it’s a new and a old school feelin’ (Old school feelin’)
Man roll through gleamin’, white man thinks that I’m local dealin’ (Why?)
Buildin’ a beat with Tobi, real big smoke when I roll thru Ealin’ (Woah)
MG on the Tee, me and the team ain’t fuckin’ about (Right)
Glad that I put in the work
I took me a loss and it wasn’t a drought (It wasn’t a drought)
We ain’t thotting for clout
Gettin’ it done then we’re up and we’re out (Out)
Feel like I’m up in the clouds
High and my feet ain’t touchin’ the ground (Ain’t touchin’ the ground)
And my zoot still lit, still tryna blow off of YouTube clips (YouTube clips)
New school shit I give what I get on some mutual shit (Yeah)
All black that’s the usual fit
Them man all chat that’s unusual shit
Glad that they’re not my bredrins (Right), got clowns tryna block my blessings (Yeah)

That’s why we ain’t comin’ in peace (Yeah)
Tears, sweat, blood on these streets
Feels like I ain’t seen mummy in weeks
Can’t touch yard ’til the money increase (Right)
Pray that the P’s just rise, down on my knees like Jesus Christ (Christ)
But we ain’t gettin’ no answers so we still search for the reasons why (Yeah)
That’s why we ain’t comin’ in peace (Yeah)
Tears, sweat, blood on these streets
Feels like I ain’t seen mummy in weeks
Can’t touch yard ’til the money increase (Right)
Pray that the P’s just rise, down on my knees like Jesus Christ (Christ)
But we ain’t gettin’ no answers so we still search for the reasons why

Don’t know what to call it (Don’t know what to call it)
I’m callin’ it sexy (Sexy)
Don’t call me your bestie when it got real you ain’t call me or text me (Call me or text me)
Bring more ’til it’s empty but it still feels like there’s plenty of room (Yeah)
I feel all of the envy, it don’t effect me but they tend to assume (Why?)
The hate kinda feels like love (Yeah), lames tryna kill my buzz (Lames)
Waves tryna fill my cup, I’ve still got bae tryna feel man up (Waved)
I got pain, tryna heal my cuts
I still got snakes tryna build my trust (Snakes)
It’s bait, they ain’t built like us (It’s bait)
It’s bait, they ain’t built like us (It’s bait)

That’s why we ain’t comin’ in peace (Yeah)
Tears, sweat, blood on these streets
Feels like I ain’t seen mummy in weeks
Can’t touch yard ’til the money increase (Right)
Pray that the P’s just rise, down on my knees like Jesus Christ (Christ)
But we ain’t gettin’ no answers so we still search for the reasons why (Yeah)
That’s why we ain’t comin’ in peace (Yeah)
Tears, sweat, blood on these streets
Feels like I ain’t seen mummy in weeks
Can’t touch yard ’til the money increase (Right)
Pray that the P’s just rise, down on my knees like Jesus Christ (Christ)
But we ain’t gettin’ no answers so we still search for the reasons why