Blood in My Head by. The Connects

Posse Intro

Ay, who posted on Glenwood? (We out here)

Strapped up since a jit, I never played by the book

You ain't from the side where the windows stay boarded

OGs in a circle, pistol always imported

Verse 0: Lil Gutta

Started out dirty, my knuckles got scars

First pack I flipped I was duckin them cars

Bro hit a lick, we was back by the yard

If you talkin crazy, you won't get far

Smokey clouds in the hallway, heart froze up

Lost too many kin, left 'em faded, poured up

I ain't trust a soul, city teach you real rough

If you run up in the trap, boy, your luck lookin tough

Intro

Cold nights, street lights, I been hustlin all my life

Trap's slow, heart's ice, never askin for advice

Verse 1

Atlanta chills, kick doors, ride out

Countin every dollar, weigh it up, no doubt

Got my plug on speed, got a body in the trunk

Paranoid schemes, my Glock never punk

Swap Oxy for the racks, lean pour in my Sprite

Chrome flash on my lap when I flick on the light

Junkies scratchin at the door, I ain't sleepin tonight

Grew up in the mud, now I'm takin what's mine

Chorus

Hustlin all my life, dodgin blue and red

Trap on fire, I break bread with the dead

Whip that work, got blood in my head

Hustlin all my life, till the city paint me red

Chorus

Hustlin all my life, dodgin blue and red

Trap on fire, I break bread with the dead

Whip that work, got blood in my head

Hustlin all my life, till the city paint me red

Verse 2: Big Lo

Runnin' out the bando, mask on, lights low

Seen a body in the alley where the grown men go

Ain’t no peace in my veins, got the devil in my ear

Slingin' since a youngin', break a brick, shed a tear

Midnight on the east side, rats thick in the gutter

All my dogs eat, we don’t starve, only brothers

Twelve slide past, I don't flinch, I just stare

Fifty deep at the stoop, any problem, we there

Outro

Shawty know the price if she knock at my door

Life ain't worth much when you sittin' on the floor

From a box to a block, went from broke to a boss

Hustlin ain't a choice, it's a blessing and a cost

Verse 3: Yung Pistol x Skeezy D

(Yung Pistol)

Dumpin ashes out the window, bag heavy with the load

Movin weight from Decatur, got the route on the road

Ain’t no mercy in this heat, made my knuckles turn cold

Seen a pastor in the street, fiends lined by the pole

(Skeezy D)

Duval on my neck, 9 milli in the core

Sun blazin in my face, stash racks in the floor

Talkin slick'll get you cut, seen my bro do the time

City hate me cause I eat, but the struggle made me grind

Chorus

Hustlin all my life, dodgin blue and red

Trap on fire, I break bread with the dead

Whip that work, got blood in my head

Hustlin all my life, till the city paint me red

Outro: Yung Pistol & Skeezy D

Pulled up in the Cutty, Florida tag on my ride

From ATL to the FLA, stay duckin them lies

If you step in my lane, best pray or you fall

We ain’t died yet, still risin through it all