You'll see blood across the pavement When we rob you for your ice, won't think twice and take your life You'll see blood across the pavement Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot You'll see blood across the pavement We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap You'll see blood across the pavement Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya'll ain't actually in the field, no Fuck rap, I know how it feel to kill a man These niggas don't be in the field, they be on Instagram These streets' is a full-time job, we don't take nights off We be pullin' heat out on niggas, takin' they ice off Niggas stay shootin' at me, but they'll never clap me All my ops is pussy, where the diamonds from dead daddy? Don't let shots, head shots, we merkin' you nigga Mike'll smack your mother for birthin' you nigga It was cheap to get him killed, it cost a Louis belt That strap he had on his waist ain't do him no help Who gon' raise your kids with that being said nigga? You ain't no deadbeat, you just dead nigga Dead 'cause you was beefin' with the wrong one Your girl pregnant? You ain't get to meet your newborn son Now he gon' grow up in the trap nigga That lil nigga might be pumpin' my packs nigga Might make him go shoot something for Merkules He feelin' himself now, he think he Hercules You'll see blood across the pavement When we rob you for your ice, won't think twice and take your life You'll see blood across the pavement Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot You'll see blood across the pavement We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap You'll see blood across the pavement Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya'll ain't actually in the field, no Just got a call from Uncle Murda, we gon' fuckin' turn up And we ain't talkin' pocket rockets when we tuck the burner You hit with enough shells to fill a bowl of macaroni Bitch, I'm married to his music screaming "Holy matrimony!" There ain't no one swaggin' on me, I'm the flyest of the century They pussy, they won't look into the eyes of all they enemies On a bench with a stick on me, like I just got a penalty They know I got the sauce, that's why they tryin' to get the recipe These uppercuts can fuck you up, they might affect your memory Murda got a brand new burner, she named Penelope They won't tell it to my face, they know my resume is straight Never ran, never ratted, this is Planet of the Apes Too smooth with it, I ain't even had to catch a case Graduated from the game with straight A's in first place So much ice around my wrist, you think it's forty below I'm good in Brooklyn like I'm homies with hope, you already know Yo, someone grab another bottle, it's a celebration right now motherfuckers Woo! Let's go! You'll see blood across the pavement When we rob you for your ice, won't think twice and take your life You'll see blood across the pavement Middle finger to the hops when we hittin' up your spot You'll see blood across the pavement We get it poppin' in the street, all that talkin' shit is cheap You'll see blood across the pavement Fuck that rap shit, this is real, ya'll ain't actually in the field, no