"In My Blood" lyrics
(feat. Big Mike, DMG, Yukmouth)
[DMG:]
You wonder why
I hang with these thugs
What
I'm from the hood
Nigga
I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these niggas
And 'til I die I gon' remain with these niggas
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'
I put it down yes
Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields nigga
These niggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, nigga
This a Glock, pah, pah
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
What's up nigga?
These sirens start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creeping, seekin'
Me, 'til the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm double-parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G
And I bring the B-O-M-B-?
Nigga
[Yukmouth:]
It's in my blood
Smoking sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fucking with these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustlers
Fucking with us, fucking with us!
It's in my veins
Like a chain reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80s
Back in the day when shit was crackin'
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they're in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drug money
Stuffin' that shit up under the rug money
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only 'cause we love money
I'm a nigga, he's a nigga
Would you like to be a nigga too
Makin' big scrilla like these niggas do
You probably be a drug dealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen baking up Peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My niggas just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown, Ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear
And fuck with your mind
Nigga
It's in my blood
Smoking sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fucking with these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustlers
Fucking with us, fucking with us!
[Big Mike:]
Niggas betray themselves as low key
Broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars 'cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was
Nothin' nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be hustlers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush
Bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point
Not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood
[Yukmouth:]
It's in my blood
Smoking sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fucking with these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustlers
Fucking with us, fucking with us!
It's in my blood
Smoking sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fucking with these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustlers
Fucking with us, fucking with us!
You wonder why
I hang with these thugs
What
I'm from the hood
Nigga
I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these niggas
And 'til I die I gon' remain with these niggas
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'
I put it down yes
Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields nigga
These niggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, nigga
This a Glock, pah, pah
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
What's up nigga?
These sirens start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creeping, seekin'
Me, 'til the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm double-parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G
And I bring the B-O-M-B-?
Nigga
[Yukmouth:]
It's in my blood
Smoking sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fucking with these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustlers
Fucking with us, fucking with us!
It's in my veins
Like a chain reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80s
Back in the day when shit was crackin'
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they're in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drug money
Stuffin' that shit up under the rug money
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only 'cause we love money
I'm a nigga, he's a nigga
Would you like to be a nigga too
Makin' big scrilla like these niggas do
You probably be a drug dealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen baking up Peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My niggas just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown, Ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear
And fuck with your mind
Nigga
It's in my blood
Smoking sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fucking with these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustlers
Fucking with us, fucking with us!
[Big Mike:]
Niggas betray themselves as low key
Broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars 'cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was
Nothin' nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be hustlers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush
Bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point
Not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood
[Yukmouth:]
It's in my blood
Smoking sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fucking with these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustlers
Fucking with us, fucking with us!
It's in my blood
Smoking sweets, drink 40s to the suds
And fucking with these thugs, nigga
That's in my blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustlers
And out there slingin' drugs, nigga
That's in my blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that nigga bug, nigga
It's in my blood
Niggas like me turn niggas like you into hustlers
Fucking with us, fucking with us!
Writer(s): Teddy Geiger, Scott Harris, Shawn Mendes, Geoffrey Elliott Warburton
