Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood, Sweat & Tears, artist - Molly Brazy. Date of issue: 01.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blood, Sweat & Tears |
| Independent, I don’t need no distractions |
| Tunnel vision, I’m on point like a cactus |
| If you gang, I’ma pick up where you slacking |
| 'Cause I can’t let you fall like we standing in the attic |
| It’s a lot of shit to gain when you come from nothin' |
| Just because I finally won, that don’t make me lucky |
| Really had to strategize and finesse the hustle |
| You could still see the bruises, I been through the struggle |
| Blood, sweat and tears, did a lot of praying |
| Now I see a lot of hands, I couldn’t get a hand |
| She speaking on me, she obsessed with me, that’s a fan |
| Jaz was there when I ain’t have it, 'cause that’s a friend |
| Nah that’s what you call a sister, bitch we locked in |
| And I don’t fuck with reptile, 'less it’s croc' skin |
| Snakes get decapitated, I don’t let 'em slither |
| Y’all bitches getting bitter, I’m just getting richer |
| Blood, sweat, and tears |
| I slaved for this, prayed for this |
| Lord knows I was made for this |
| I ain’t quit |
| If any thing, I love when that pressure come |
| Safe, I’m Professor Klumps, how I run it up |
| Blood, sweat, and tears |
| I slaved for this, prayed for this |
| Lord knows I was made for this |
| I ain’t quit |
| If any thing, I love when that pressure come |
| Safe, I’m Professor Klumps, how I run it up |
| Niggas in the state depending on me, I gotta feed 'em |
| Them my brothers, I can’t see 'em when I wanna see 'em |
| So I flex for 'em, run up checks for 'em |
| Wrist and neck glowin', talk brazy, that Tec blowin' |
| God good, it’s amazing how life work |
| Shit used to be hard now it’s light work |
| Family first, had to teach myself what life worth |
| Forever scarred, I can’t hide it like a white shirt |
| I ain’t worried 'bout the gossip, I just want the money |
| If you play wit' one of mines, you must be a dummy |
| Hundred rounds for yo' tummy like it’s real yummy |
| I keep dropping all these bags, sis, I’m real clumsy |
| A lot of times I should’ve cried, but I stayed strong |
| That’s on everything I own, did it on my own |
| But I gotta thank my brothers, they my backbone |
| I got it all so whatever else could I ask for? |
| Blood, sweat, and tears |
| I slaved for this, prayed for this |
| Lord knows I was made for this |
| I ain’t quit |
| If any thing, I love when that pressure come |
| Safe, I’m Professor Klumps, how I run it up |
| Blood, sweat, and tears |
| I slaved for this, prayed for this |
| Lord knows I was made for this |
| I ain’t quit |
| If any thing, I love when that pressure come |
| Safe, I’m Professor Klumps, how I run it up |
| If any thing, I love when that pressure come |
| Safe, I’m Professor Klumps, how I run it up |