Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood & Tears, artist - Sheek Louch. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Blood & Tears |
| I’m from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no |
| I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill, |
| I can hear, let them hear, sing a song… |
| Thank you, thank you, love it isn’t there, chill, chill, |
| Yeah, took a long time, wasn’t over night |
| Always had to fight, money wasn’t looking right |
| Me and my mama grinding, every day’s a struggle, more bills than juggle |
| Outside is trouble, no… the… just getting bigger |
| But I ain’t mad at you paps, you’re still my nigger |
| Had my low jobs, sold my low cracks, but I really want my boys heard or wax |
| Had flash backs, homies getting killed, blood getting spilled |
| Jails getting billed, shit’s twisted, real statistic |
| Being a rapper, this wasn’t realistic |
| Drug dealer was, triple bean, cocaine, you ain’t gotta spit it sixteen |
| Had big plans for my whole team, we gonna pop off no matter how hard it seems |
| I’m from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no |
| I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill, |
| I can hear, let them hear, sing a song… |
| Thank you, thank you, love it isn’t there, chill, chill, |
| Ladies, sing the song |
| Yeah, now I’m rolling in the S class |
| Big houses, signs, no trespassing |
| Free at last, Martin Luther King, yeah, vip, Louie 13 |
| Spending money on that rose gold, big diamonds, club in the… hole |
| Money can’t fold, gotta lay it out, two chicks, which one got a weight it out? |
| Got ammo on me, in case we gotta spray it out |
| Know what I’m about, too many damn chairs, too much hustling for papers all |
| these damn years |
| Now I got it, I’m a keep it, yeah |
| I’m from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no |
| I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill, |
| I can hear, let them hear, sing a song… |
| Thank you, thank you, love it isn’t there, yeah |
| Yeah, I ain’t forget where I’m from, I breathe hip hop down to my last lung |
| For the Dj’s that play my records, yo |
| For my fans that show me love at my show, yeah |
| For my homies that stuck with me |
| People on the radio stations who fuck with me |
| Who can’t be real, and they act dumb |
| Thank you, tell them where I’m from |
| I’m from the land where has no hope for tomorrow, no, no |
| I think back and cry at the bathroom still a lie, chill, chill, |
| I can hear, let them hear, sing a song… |
| Thank you, thank you, love it isn’t there, chill, chill, |
| It’s not what I hear, too many tears |
| It’s not what I hear, too many tears, tears, oh, oh, blood, tears, oh. |