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Intro

(Bloodline)

(Yeah)

(Ha)

(Let's go)

Verse 1

Sippin juice until the ceiling starts to tilt

Niggas plannin how to kill me feel the guilt

Talkin Hera talkin Ares on the mountain peak

Bitches actin like they loyal but they weak

Found a milli on the carpet

Watch me move it through the market

I just turned eighteen with a purpose

While these phonies making circles like a circus

(What)

(Yeah yeah)

Chorus

She callin my phone she won't leave me alone

She callin my phone she won't leave me alone

Out of my hands like the wings on my back

Hollow tips clicking they come in a pack

(Bloodline)

(Switch)

Beat Switch

Verse 2

Check the motion check the pace

Put some medals in the case

Tony Soprano the way that I lead

Counting the paper till fingers might bleed

Got a glock for the fakes

High stakes

No breaks

Make a mistake and get left in the wake

Hundred rounds hit like the thunder of Zeus

Turn a snake nigga right into a noose

I was broke back in June now the attic is gold

Bought a watch for the time that was bought and then sold

I don't fuck with the gossip

Keep the racks in the closet

Yeah I keep the racks in the closet

(Fa-fa-fa)

(It's alright)

(Slatt)

Pre-Chorus

She says that she loves me then skips to the next

Leaving the memories buried in text

Leaving the jewelry buried in chest

Leaving the body to find a new rest

Chorus 2

Moving through Gaia I’m finding my lane

Popping the seals just to dampen the pain

Out of my hands like the wings on my back

Hollow tips clicking they come in a pack

(Bloodline)

Beat Switch

Bridge

(Fast rap flow)

Walking through Hades I’m dodging the spirits I’m counting the minutes I’m hitting the limit I’m in it to win it I finish the scrimmage

The image is tinted I see how they flipped and they changed and they switched for a pittance they want an admittance

I'm eighty percent of the way to the top of the throne and I did it alone with a heart made of stone on a burner cell phone

Money

Bitches

Power

Every single hour

(Alia Vita)

Verse 3

Fifty round drum in the couch

Don't let the word leave your mouth

Bitches stay hopping from south to the north

While I'm just sending the fleet going forth

They callin it luck

I don't give a fuck

The reaper is coming to pick up the truck

Eighteen with a ghost in the garage

Life is a beautiful little mirage

(Bloodline)

(Yeah)

(Gone)