OT the Real - Blood Stains (feat. Black Soprano Family, Rome Streetz) lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[OT the Real - Blood Stains feat. Black Soprano Family, Rome Streetz lyrics]
Pyrex steam fades just like the players do
Your man died, you goin' through the phones he gave to you
Hopin' that his contacts got some cutties he gave shit to
Where I'm from, I got yous mean more than I pray for yous
It's a savage place to try to pop
Every couple weeks, somebody downs a cop
I squashed beefs once I peeped that they was down to cop
We was both down bad, I was like, yo, you down or not?
If the answers know we're not the same
My fans bangin' on the glass like a hockey game
Took my last, started with a B, like Rocky's name
Your man work, looks like mine, but they don't drop the same
My homies still detained off a stoppin' frisk
Youngins holdin' one in each hand, like the Oculus
My rocky past got me a rocky wrist
We ain't ops, we opposites
They put the lightnin' to his head, that's a brainstorm
Lost him hooked up to the bed, he couldn't hang on
They put his mural in the street, he got stained on
They had to wash the street to get the blood stains gone
When we was young, we played Need for Speed on a split screen
Now all my fiends got a need for ski, so they hit me
Three and a half a G for 350
The custody O.D., the judge threw the book in my G like a frisbee
He caught it, the court got all of your calls recorded
Said about a nigga that you shorted for the weight he ordered
I rammed away that letter spray for a quarter
250 grams turn you to stains on a corner
I was scammin', shittin', robbin', gettin' changed from the snorters
Dollar signs in my brain, I seen it form in the water
I'm a rare form like Dream Team Jordan in Europe
I did numbers with The Rock, now I'm out tourin' in Zurich
Not a psychic, but I saw it all before y'all thought it
Would've happened sooner, but I got caught up with a warrant
R.I.P. my nigga Warren, we was young and miseducated like Lauren
Masked up with the Blick, ready to kick your door in
They put the lightnin' to his head, that's a brainstorm
Left him hooked up to the bed, he couldn't hang on
They put his mural in the street, he got stained on
They had to wash the street to get the blood stains gone
Dang, he outta here
Your man died, you goin' through the phones he gave to you
Hopin' that his contacts got some cutties he gave shit to
Where I'm from, I got yous mean more than I pray for yous
It's a savage place to try to pop
Every couple weeks, somebody downs a cop
I squashed beefs once I peeped that they was down to cop
We was both down bad, I was like, yo, you down or not?
If the answers know we're not the same
My fans bangin' on the glass like a hockey game
Took my last, started with a B, like Rocky's name
Your man work, looks like mine, but they don't drop the same
My homies still detained off a stoppin' frisk
Youngins holdin' one in each hand, like the Oculus
My rocky past got me a rocky wrist
We ain't ops, we opposites
They put the lightnin' to his head, that's a brainstorm
Lost him hooked up to the bed, he couldn't hang on
They put his mural in the street, he got stained on
They had to wash the street to get the blood stains gone
When we was young, we played Need for Speed on a split screen
Now all my fiends got a need for ski, so they hit me
Three and a half a G for 350
The custody O.D., the judge threw the book in my G like a frisbee
He caught it, the court got all of your calls recorded
Said about a nigga that you shorted for the weight he ordered
I rammed away that letter spray for a quarter
250 grams turn you to stains on a corner
I was scammin', shittin', robbin', gettin' changed from the snorters
Dollar signs in my brain, I seen it form in the water
I'm a rare form like Dream Team Jordan in Europe
I did numbers with The Rock, now I'm out tourin' in Zurich
Not a psychic, but I saw it all before y'all thought it
Would've happened sooner, but I got caught up with a warrant
R.I.P. my nigga Warren, we was young and miseducated like Lauren
Masked up with the Blick, ready to kick your door in
They put the lightnin' to his head, that's a brainstorm
Left him hooked up to the bed, he couldn't hang on
They put his mural in the street, he got stained on
They had to wash the street to get the blood stains gone
Dang, he outta here