Slaine, Phinelia, 357 (Rapper) - Bloodthirsty lyrics

Jesus Christ you hear me?

There ain’t no mercy in the city, it’s cold
Ain’t nothing doper than herron
Or pretty as gold
Nothing fresher than some hundred dollar
Bills in a fold
Behold the ambition of a devilish soul
I said I'd make it out
I did it clever and bold
I thought better of made
Moves for federal notes
Never stopped to push a minute cause
I said it was so
But the octopus's arms they just never let go
Heaven should know I can handle that, hell
I can live in this god you put me in this
Here I don’t need forgiveness
I ain’t meant maliciousness
I just meant relentlessness
They were violent
I responded "No I won’t repent for this"
I was drug addicted
I was stuck up in the bench kids
I just went around the
Whole earth spitting sentences
See I had a dream I
Followed it and finished it
Some don’t understand me ’cause they
Really never been in shit

And who’s high you think they love mercy?
In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
I’m disagreeable, who am I to kill ‘em?
You can’t trust a hero
But, you can die a villain
And who’s high you think they love mercy?
In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
Recognizable? Nah, I never heard of you
Negotiate with the eyes of a murderer

Ever since I sold my first bundle
The whole ain’t been the same
Since 16 I hustled, I never been a lame
All my dudes slinging caine
And I’m slapping any rapper
Trying to battle me, i think I’m Slaine
I suggest you stay in your lane
I mean, I could never fear, I keep a 357 near
I’m fucking hoes like I’m supposed to
Holding the toaster
This thing here is a cosa nostra
I got the fiends on a roller coaster
Eating langosta with a dime
Look like Rosa Acosta
From southie to the GP my dudes
Trap right out of their AP
Everywhere I go they notice me
They be like "Aye, p" wassup with a ounce
So never holla with nothing less
Than a straight P pretty girls in my show
Throwin’ their 2 hands
Fat girls even showin love, I got huge fans

And who’s high you think they love mercy?
In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
I’m disagreeable, who am I to kill ‘em?
You can’t trust a hero
But, you can die a villain
And who’s high you think they love mercy?
In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
Recognizable? Nah, I never heard of you
Negotiate with the eyes of a murderer

Get yours boy, I'm about mine
Hammers on deck, never without mine
No jewels on, I still outshine
Put a nigga one, he don’t want this
The hood love me, niggas gonna bump this
Fuck a real nigga you can ask Slaine though
I do numbers you can see it in my name though
Fuck a Buddylist all my niggas AIM tho
Pipe your bitch you gon’ need Draino
We some fly folk, fuck high hopes
Diesel flow, die young or die dough
And we got this, we about this
Shells treat you like a motherfucking outlet
Fuckin plug you, nigga fuck you
Life’s a bitch but I motherfucking love you
Have mercy on a G soul shit niggas bump to

And who’s high you think they love mercy?
In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
I’m disagreeable, who am I to kill ‘em?
You can’t trust a hero
But, you can die a villain
And who’s high you think they love mercy?
In these streets I drink is blood thirsty
Recognizable? Nah, I never heard of you
Negotiate with the eyes of a murderer