On Blood

Takin notes in my diary of who doubted me

If you cant stand beside of me then dont lie to me

I pray that yall mommas is still proud of me

Cuz yall niggas say its all love but all i can see

Is fake smilin, dishonor and disloyalty

Bout to blow a bag on straps, fuck lawyer fees

Niggas hate to see shit goin the way is posed to be

Cold hearts and cold shoulders birthed a colder me

Took them losses rite on the chin

Cuz losses lead to lessons u either learn or you win

See the same cats to tell u come turn up wit them

Will turn they fuckin face up when they see u get ya cake up