Blood On My Denim

It's JoeFromYO

I thought every girl I had was the one, but she was not it

99 percent of bitches be thottin' (Thottin')

If I do the same thing, you'll say I'm not shit (Not shit)

I could do the same thing, you'll leave me cryin' (Cryin')

She got a little deeper through the process (Process)

Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it)

Walk around with two Glizzys in my pocket

Already cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (Socket)

Nigga, way before the fame, we was wildin'

Then they killed my nigga Quado from the projects (Projects)

And it's a shame, all the bitches that was curvin'

I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments)

She was lookin' O.D. from a side eye

Said she ain't a eater, oh, she lied, oh, she lied-lied

Woke up to three bitches in my bed

Made me say it three times, "Oh, you fine, oh, you fine-fine"

I ain't rockin' wit' no hoe niggas, or a bozo

That's a no-no, nigga, nah, nah

I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabanna

I lost my niggas to the streets when it could've been me

It's fucked up, they either dead or doing fed time

Boy, you all about your bread, so am I

If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline

And I keep it by the dresser

That's for any bitch who ever try to break my heart, I won't let ya

Still got blood on my denims

That was all the blood that was in him

No more love in a nigga

No more love in a nigga

But I swear her company made me so comfortable

I don't fuck with her

The way she fuck with me

And it's probably 'cause I'm from the X

Where they take for respect

Thought I would've been into the grave on my death

Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech

Now, I'm a trendsetter, from my sweater to my hat

Biggs put me on the big-ass purple Puma jet

I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet"

And if I die, I'ma die for my respect

Bury me with like a milli' on my neck, ah

She was lookin' O.D. from a side eye

Said she ain't a eater, but she lie all the time-time

I woke up to three bitches in my bed

Made me say it three times, like "You fine, oh, you fine-fine"

I ain't rockin' wit' no hoe niggas, or a bozo

That's a no-no, nigga, nah, nah

I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabanna

I lost my niggas to the streets when it could've been me

It's fucked up, they either dead or doing fed time

Boy, you all about your bread, so am I

If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline

And I keep it by the dresser

Just in case a bitch every to to break my heart, I won't let ya

I still got blood on my denims

That was the blood that was in him

No more love in a nigga

Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got

I wonder if the streets still care about me

Long story, I can never really talk about it

I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots

I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots

I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got

I used to be up on the corner with my young akh

Now, I go and buy a couple pounds of the fronto

I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high

I still smoke it by the pound, like a rasta

I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah

I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat

I been through it, but I'm not givin' up, yeah

I switch up on different cars, now they upset