Blood on the Leaves ft. Israel Jones Lyrics

Where we at

Yo

Yo, yo

Bring the real back

Funnel on the weed, shit like blood on the leaves how that carbon steel kickback

Stank faces when I speak, no tic tac

Toe tagging rappers, no you can not hit back

I know the field, play the game without the chinstrap

In the midst of the chaos, staying calm was a mishap

Bury niggas under trees, there go your holiday gifts wrapped

Fuck your numbers, fuck your Spotify Wrapped

I touched more zeroes than an empty hand

More fuel in my tank than the petrol I racked (Iraq)

Y'all niggas ain't high, y'all hijacked

C'mon man

Where we at

Cognac on the rocks

Spliff rolled tighter than a virgin, I'm locked in

Stay in my four corner room but I'm never boxed in

I could never fold if incarcerated, I just lock in

You hear me

Or you don't

Bet I make you hear me

Ears ringing, no jewelry

Ain't no making a fool of me, I'm schooling these niggas, no truancy

Go against the grain, you can't go against me, nowhere to run from this cruelty

I was adapting where the shooters be

Seventh ward, Southeast, precinct never knew me

Mal

Real talk

Ten toes, never bend, never fold

I down the liquor and only time I see double is when I'm in the Rolls

Sike nah

Cash like two inches taller than Royce

I should be paid getting paid like everytime y'all hear my voice

Other than that, I don't fuck with the noise

I don't fuck with the raps, y'all niggas just noise

Put on my tin foil cap, let them know they're in their own way

I'm that hotep boy

This that real rap boy

Yo Mal let them know I'm sending a hundred shots, I'm sending two hundred shots, three hundred shots, four hundred shots for every time they slide

I keep putting it back in their face over and over and over and over

It's cool

Jones

Yeah

Yeah

And fuck that money tree, I see there's blood on the leaves

And free the Congo, free my niggas also

Some of my partners gone though

I'll see you at the crossroads

Until then I'm rocking, walking solid on this brick road

God Tier, that's how I got here

I had to battle on the spot, nigga I come from this

To being on a smack stage, that's on my bucket list

Never moving comfortable

I like to change with the seasons, Ahk

You ever seen the plot and change the script, ever direct the scene?

You ever had your idols give you praise, but never set the screen

Confusing times inside this underground

So I abuse these lines and change the sound

I'm waiting on my time, I know I got the talent

Seeing niggas on can drive a man to madness

When you know their shit a gimmick and even if they spit it

Them niggas like to pander to crackers for the answer

Imma let that breathe

Imma let that breathe

Like damn they much better than me?

And when I touch the sky, I'll bring a star back

I'm not a selfish nigga

But I do my need my chips and I do need my bricks to be made then shipped

This for all my niggas who is stuck inside them bricks

Yeah

When you can rap a little bit they like to type cast you

It's cool, I bet this year I blow right past you

Jones