"MISS YOU BLOOD" lyrics
(Paper & Ink made this)
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Thug with me, can't forget who all was in the slums with me
Can't forget the ones who gave me drum when it was up with me
Ghazi tapped in and cut the check, know he fuck with me
Gotti tapped in, cut the check, know he fuck with me
Gave granny forty somethin' thou' when I was up fifty
Heavily sedated, niggas always got that cup with him
Thinkin' 'bout my dog, I can't wait until they free Surf
Rap is overrated, but it pays me so I keep workin'
Lot of self-reflection, I've been tryna get my mind right
Stand on any business that concern me, talk to my mind
Put on for the corner that my lil' brother bled on
Pull up to the site just to sanitize his headstone
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
We rubberband it by the tens before we count it
Utilize my rights, told 'em talk to legal counsel, what I paid for?
'Til that paperwork drop, they gon' play the role like they told
R.I.P.'s back-to-back, plan on takin' mo'
With John Legend in my head singin' "Take It Slow"
Could tell that all the odds against us, we still made it, though
Five thousand square footage for my latest haul
How can I complain?
Liberate her with this ism, watch me knock his main
Take that hundred K you posted down as pocket change
Put your posse in position, that's what bosses do
And get back up if you encounter a lil' loss or two
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Thug with me, can't forget who all was in the slums with me
Can't forget the ones who gave me drum when it was up with me
Ghazi tapped in and cut the check, know he fuck with me
Gotti tapped in, cut the check, know he fuck with me
Gave granny forty somethin' thou' when I was up fifty
Heavily sedated, niggas always got that cup with him
Thinkin' 'bout my dog, I can't wait until they free Surf
Rap is overrated, but it pays me so I keep workin'
Lot of self-reflection, I've been tryna get my mind right
Stand on any business that concern me, talk to my mind
Put on for the corner that my lil' brother bled on
Pull up to the site just to sanitize his headstone
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
We rubberband it by the tens before we count it
Utilize my rights, told 'em talk to legal counsel, what I paid for?
'Til that paperwork drop, they gon' play the role like they told
R.I.P.'s back-to-back, plan on takin' mo'
With John Legend in my head singin' "Take It Slow"
Could tell that all the odds against us, we still made it, though
Five thousand square footage for my latest haul
How can I complain?
Liberate her with this ism, watch me knock his main
Take that hundred K you posted down as pocket change
Put your posse in position, that's what bosses do
And get back up if you encounter a lil' loss or two
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up
It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
Ooh, I be thinkin' 'bout you more than often
Thinkin' 'bout you in that coffin got me sick as fuck
'Bout yo' name, we gon' live it up It be days I feel like givin' up, nigga, miss you, blood
