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Lil Darkie

"BLOOD MONEY"

[Verse 1]
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, who is that? I don't know (Ha)
Now you are the sh*t you feel you are instead of what you're told (Ha-ha)
Hold on to nothing because everything will fold, I'm so cold
(Uh, uh) Stand tall, would you be so bold?
(Uh) Stand tall, would you be so bold?
A man fall then call out, I'm in his mold
Like he was just in mind, his spirit trust in mine
I had to hold a n*gga down when I crush his spine
I said that, uh, I said that war is raw
No matter how you flip it, I'm sure appalled
By how the blood is dripping, on sword he fall
He feel his stomach ripping, his mum is tripping, brother
Uh, never gon' forgive them
You create hate, make a son go missing
He wanna get revenge, avenge, the cycle never stop
How can you forgive the man that took the final shot?
I don't f*cking know (Brrt, uh)
I'm hanging with my friends inside the vinyl shop
Don't ask me, I guess you could become a cop
Or forgive the man that got your f*cking brother popped
Uh, overseas or something
For God knows what f*cking reason, pumping
Oil abundant, funding hunting
Of human people to sell more guns in the hundreds (Brrt)
Mom, who's bombing London? A c*nt did
You don't gotta think it's okay to move on
You don't gotta move on if you want dude gone
Figure out the masterminds and then shoot them (Brrt, brrt)
Ain't no reason (Yuh, yuh)

[Refrain]
Learn how to grow your own food
Before they stop feeding you
Needing you alive
Your survival is nigh (Yuh)

[Verse 2]
Too pus*y to burn your own paper (Check it)
You see in this number that it somehow makes you greater, check it
Blood money, dollar dripping, falling in the water
You ain't make a son or a daughter
Bringing up a lamb for the slaughter
Woah, or a man for the armada, lady
Give all of ya babies to the navy
The army's starving, cry as they departing
Embarking on a journey, end up on a gurney (Brrt, brrt)
Yuh (Ha-ha, ha-ha)

[Verse 3]
Disarm, one bomb wrong for a dumb b*tch
Don't injure me, don't imprison me
Spinning my innards turn liver to chitterlings
Flip it to the bigger beings
Dump the rest and then come collect
When the sun descends, farm your organs
They all have significant importance
You can hold a couple mill today for a heart
Don't worry bout the page you tore apart
All the marines do it, I can see through it
Children bleed moving thru the streets, stupid
Know you need to do it, that's some clean shooting
Toe tag another bone bag that ain't had no chance, dumb muddy
War time, I gotta store mine, I wanna soar high, blood money
(Blood money)

[Outro]
Brrt

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