Lyrics Grey Blood - Swifty McVay

Grey Blood

This is for the ones who thought they had to drop on me
But they ruined it completely
Swifty McVay
There’s grey areas in my life I’d like to share
But if you colorblind mentally, then you can get the hell out of here
My DNA shoot strong
And with that being said… (HA)
A hard headed, thorough breaded, monster
Alcoholic father, mother was a nurse, and I did what I wanted
I wasn’t into flodgin', puttin' my money where my mouth is is what i did
Rappin' and scrappin' a hood legend from West 7 Mile
They never fucked around, couple of decades later, they still have it now
I bow down to nobody
A sloppy kid climbin' garages with adolescents and lessons I
Should’ve learned, I didn’t
Unless it’s a Vernor, stick you for potato chips and a Vernors
I turned hard headed I hopped on my bike and I got the fuck on
With dirty Nikes and no socks on, I’m shirtless
Rollin' through the 'hood with a purpose to get this Glock sold
Fuck the cops, they ain’t blockin' me, I will not fold
Unpredictable without a shadow of a doubt, them niggas really
Thought they figured me out and didn’t know
I’m drippin' grey blood
I’m a true enemy, there’s a difference between you and me
I’m drippin' grey blood
My scars fill up instantly, I’m dangerous mentally
Don’t you ever go mistakin' my history
Drippin' grey blood
You don’t know me, I’m nothin' phony
I’m 'bout my lonely, My Glock is my OG
My scars fill up instantly, I’m dangerous mentally
Don’t you ever go mistakin' my history
The 17th of March, 1975, I survived the abortion immediately {(Surprise!)
My momma looked in my eyes and prayed to God that I’d be different from all the
other guys
The youngest 7th child on the tribe, 6 sisters and one niece
The liquor took over my father’s mind, my momma tried to keep me alive
She was openin' bibles and kept hidin' my grandfather’s rifle’s arm
Short and stocky, attitude cocky, makin' a mockery out of the first niggas that
crossed me
Rappers stick to rappin', you get to flappin' ya mouth, I"m quick to bustin' ya
house with the Moss (BLAH)
See I’m a holocaust lyrically, a boss in the industry
In the street, I’m known for havin' a awful identity
You can catch me sippin' Hennessy under a rock with centipedes, plottin' on
anything that’s gonna bring the residuals much quickly
They called me «Swifty» before I started pursuing this rap, I kept it with me
Never was the forgiving type, yeah I’m simply bull headed
You tempt me, I might get dynamite and ignite it
Neighborhood pirate, I’m ridin' hounds and doin' «Do or Die» shit
«Divide and Conquer» is the mindset
Never had a complex, confident tyrant that’ll strike back, I don’t take kindly
to threats
I’m drippin' grey blood
I’m a true enemy, there’s a difference between you and me
I’m drippin' grey blood
My scars fill up instantly, I’m dangerous mentally
Don’t you ever go mistakin' my history
Drippin' grey blood
You don’t know me, I’m nothin' phony
I’m 'bout my lonely, My Glock is my OG
My scars fill up instantly, I’m dangerous mentally
Don’t you ever go mistakin' my history
DRIPPIN' GREY BLOOD