Kojey Radical
Blood & Sweat
[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Runnin' with my ancestors while they comin' for me
Tryna give your boy the shits, but I'm Muhammad Ali
Other way, I saw the pain of a slave
I can feel the wave, so I wonder if they hung it from me
Fallin' out the sky, now I'm stuck in the sea
Dappin' on a boat, was a money machine
We been buildin' countries every couple of weeks
I can see it comin', but there's nothing to see

[Verse 2]
Bass in your voice, but you ain't talkin' to me
Tried to get my whipped while I was chasin' the cream
Threw them a piece of a cake, it ain't as hard as it seems
You'll see a different cloth if you open thе seams
These days, I'm so strеssed, I get a pack every week
Box me in like Pacquiao, but I can't die on my knees
I stand up like a king with my arm on my queen
They keep callin' me the vessel, 'cause my heart's on my sleeve
Sometimes, I wonder, "If I'm cut, will I bleed?"
Sometimes, I question if they ready for me
All eyes on me, my Machiavelli on me
Twenty-one gun salute for all the brothers we grieve
And if I could bring them back, I'll give my lung and my spleen
Give my tongue and my cheek
Mumsy couldn't stop cryin', why's your blood on the streets?
Is it my fault, maybe? Did I up? Did I leave?
[Verse 3]
'Cause I might be that G.O.A.T
Did I distance myself?
Mama told me all that evil will be bad for my health
I ain't seen nobody do it, so I did it myself
If they take my life tomorrow, probably triple my worth
Worst off, now I've got a different curse
If I burst off, I could probably gift you a hearse
Think I see 'em there, I'm taller if I stand on my purse
Then I reappear, I'm eagle-eyed plannin' my bird
Don't ask me why I'm up early catchin' the worm
They would lay me down here if I gave 'em the permission
The walls listen while I'm talkin' to myself
Could've told me, "Run a mile," I had to walk it by myself
Roll up by myself, spark it by myself
Goin' around in circles with the karma I was dealt
I'm adrift
Sometimes, I'm harboring myself, I'm a ship
I done seen kids fatherin' their self
In that position, had to reconnect with my daughter 'cause
Sometimes, a goat becomes the lamb to the slaughter
So if you ain't halal, I got it ham on your corner
Had to roll up on a baller in a German, Thomas Müller