MO3, Morray - In My Blood lyrics

(Yxng Stov)
(I'm all the way one hundred, though) oh, oh
Yeah, yeah la da da da da, oh, oh
Why?

Yeah made a promise to my mama that I
Gotta be better than I was
(Better than I was)
To my granny, I'm an angel
But this murder shit be
Running through my blood (Gang)
It's in my bloodline (Bloodline)
Better hug your dog if you love
'em 'cause I can't hug mine (On God)
Retaliate, we put 'em up, lil' bitch
I slung iron (Blatt)
Locked in a cell
I got out of jail and I still done crime
(Why?)

This why I still be in my feelings (Why?)
Maybe 'cause the bitch that I'm
Loving be acting different (Ha)
Don't respect the fact I'm working
On what we building (What?)
And I ain't forgot the pain
I'm just working on my forgiveness
Section 8, I'm thugging
Got killers all in my trenches (For real)
Clutching, I got action, get at me
This shit get wicked
Chopper flip 'em like a gymnast, yeah
Without no blindfold
Treat an opp just like a surfboard, yeah
When I slide on

Full of passion
Bare the fruit of everlasting shit
Tell me they love me, but they hate me
I'm the last they pick
Under construction 'cause destruction what
I always get
I went from selfless to selfish
They hating like a bitch
Niggas will plot on you, scheme on you
It's love 'til the beam on you
Fuck you over, when it's done
Still gon' say what they need from you
Ain't no friends left to build with
Tools in hands, but we ain't building
Niggas praying for my downfall 'cause they
Know I got real shit
It's like hating is the fucking
Way of life now
Talking down on my name make haters so proud
Extra silent when I speak
Because my guns loud preach the positive
But still won't put my guns down
I don't bang
You get banged if you ever try to check this
Feel like MO3, for sure, G
Showing love to Texas on a song with my dog
I'm getting features from Heaven
I'ma try to emulate you
But I know nobody better

Hey made a promise to my mama that I
Gotta be better than I was
(Better than I was)
To my granny, I'm an angel
But this murder shit be
Running through my blood (Gang)
It's in my bloodline (Bloodline)
Better hug your dog if you love
'em 'cause I can't hug mine (On God)
Retaliate, we put 'em up, lil' bitch
I slung iron (Blatt)
Locked in a cell
I got out of jail and I still done crime
(Why?)