"BLOOD ON THE CANVAS" lyrics

I know
I know
I know
Comin' from Hell and back
You know what I mean? Lil' Nycky shit
Ayy
Fuck with us

I don't give a fuck 'bout shit
Nah, this ain't that, nah, that ain't this
They be sayin' they weapon throwin' up bricks
I know, ayy
If I'm sippin' on dark, stay pourin' up Crip
They be throwin' they fits, still act like kids
I be feelin' like Mac, but the sharks still swim, I know
Ayy, I be lowkey but the shooter be spazzin'
Every time I'm happy, these haters on Shooter McGavin
They be tryna rep shit, 'til we catch 'em in traffic
Kill his bitch, no Juliet, but that shit'll be tragic
Sorry it happened (Yeah)
Been with the zombies, I hopped out the casket
If I'm sellin' a verse, then I'm taxin'
Runnin' it up like I'm Jackson (Yeah)
Raven like Acura, [?] I'm making a play in an action
And you gon' fall for the distraction
When they not lookin', we zap 'em (Yeah)
Been in the race, they think that they catchin' up to me, I already lapped them
So many lines, it's feelin' like somebody hacked 'em, play like it's practice, uh
Underdog winnin' shit, I'm fuckin' up brackets
Finger paint, blood on the canvas (Uh)
Come take a trip into the madness
I know, I know