"Sharks Smell Blood" lyrics
My eyes bleed cause I don't blink enough
Even in the red
The bread I see is syncing up
My gut told me we ain't gon' be linking up
Get the money
Read the green
Then I sink the putt
The vultures smell me when I hit the skunk
Sharks smell blood
Sink or swim time to sell the funk
Sell the future cause it's out the trunk
The shit is sugar
I'm the server
Ask them
How many lumps?
I'm like Muggs and Cube when he told him
Make it rough
I'm like Bugsy
Except the girl I got will never break my trust
Nothing's rushed
A lot of dust
From my collection of records
Ev is not a dub
I'm the type of hate that you gotta love
I'm well aware of the hype, but I don't take the drug
How you gonna wear your heart on your sleeve
When you still wearing gloves
Snitches wear bugs and get pub
Shows I tell em get up
Tell em wake up
Punch the clock without a Jacob
But I'm still without a pay cut
King face down with the ace up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
If I'm on deck
I'm studying the pitcher
Hitting the ball's just a smaller part of seeing the bigger picture
Following my calling like a drifter
It's Mister
Pressing up bars like weight lifters
Mischief
I rooted for Tony and rooted for Bishop
Bad guys, but never rooted for Pistons (LA)
Staying true to my vision
From out the shed
The sharpest tools in the kitchen
I've been cooking
A lot of my traits come from Brooklyn
And the way my show is looking
I'ma see a lot of bookings
Most experienced
I'm no rookie
I'm going down the only road I've ever known that took me
Not a lot I'm taken back by
Except for grown folks that don't know how to act right
Hit the booth and get my rap right
And drop clues that'll only lead to truth until my last night
It's after dark
I got the flashlight
My dogs are barking at the past life
Shows I tell em get up
Tell em wake up
Punch the clock without a Jacob
But I'm still without a pay cut
King face down with the ace up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Even in the red
The bread I see is syncing up
My gut told me we ain't gon' be linking up
Get the money
Read the green
Then I sink the putt
The vultures smell me when I hit the skunk
Sharks smell blood
Sink or swim time to sell the funk
Sell the future cause it's out the trunk
The shit is sugar
I'm the server
Ask them
How many lumps?
I'm like Muggs and Cube when he told him
Make it rough
I'm like Bugsy
Except the girl I got will never break my trust
Nothing's rushed
A lot of dust
From my collection of records
Ev is not a dub
I'm the type of hate that you gotta love
I'm well aware of the hype, but I don't take the drug
How you gonna wear your heart on your sleeve
When you still wearing gloves
Snitches wear bugs and get pub
Shows I tell em get up
Tell em wake up
Punch the clock without a Jacob
But I'm still without a pay cut
King face down with the ace up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
If I'm on deck
I'm studying the pitcher
Hitting the ball's just a smaller part of seeing the bigger picture
Following my calling like a drifter
It's Mister
Pressing up bars like weight lifters
Mischief
I rooted for Tony and rooted for Bishop
Bad guys, but never rooted for Pistons (LA)
Staying true to my vision
From out the shed
The sharpest tools in the kitchen
I've been cooking
A lot of my traits come from Brooklyn
And the way my show is looking
I'ma see a lot of bookings
Most experienced
I'm no rookie
I'm going down the only road I've ever known that took me
Not a lot I'm taken back by
Except for grown folks that don't know how to act right
Hit the booth and get my rap right
And drop clues that'll only lead to truth until my last night
It's after dark
I got the flashlight
My dogs are barking at the past life
Shows I tell em get up
Tell em wake up
Punch the clock without a Jacob
But I'm still without a pay cut
King face down with the ace up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
Shows I tell 'em get up
