12 stout st remix lyrics

[Intro]
Put blood on the goddamn verse
I was puttin' in work 'til my back started to hurt
After all this, one lil' thing I heard
"We partying, son, get back in church"
Got a bag, then I cop them fresh ass kicks
Found out it wasn't nothin', started kickin' up dirt
(This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
(This is a $hmoney exclusive)

[Verse]
The money's on a time limit, I'm in a rush or somethin'
I ain't think twice, why would I? This my f*ckin' blood, bro
I'm still bleedin' from the past, I could give a f*ck 'bout princess cuts
And my slime back home, he'll do too f*ckin' much for a pack of Dutch, hm
And my brother overdosed, b*tch, I wasn't nothin' but nine
Ain't have not one damn clue, but it's all figured out 'cause bro 'nem fine
So relievеd that he kept his life, but imaginе what that sh*t had put in my mind
Momma left this house, gettin' impatient, but sh*t, I know she tryin'
That's the least I could do for her
Look in the mirror, wanna punch that b*tch, I hate that man
Growin' up, I wasn't good at sh*t, that sh*t—, ugh, that made me mad
'Til I found that pen and pad, so good, had to show my ass
It's a reason you f*cks won't last, it's a reason I'm comin' in first
If I win, they try and divert, put blood in the goddamn verse
Put blood on the goddamn verse
I was puttin' in work 'til my back started hurtin'
After all this, one lil' thing I heard
"We partying, son, get back in church"
Got a bag, then I cop them fresh ass kicks
Found out it wasn't nothin', started kickin' up dirt (f*ck)
Ayy, now they wanna see me lose my cool
Ayy, I graduated for my momma though, but it's still, "f*ck school"
I had reverse role models, looked up to my brother to know what not to do
Straight rap, he a fool, but he taught me a lot about followin' rules
Give a f*ck 'bout them, let 'em taste they drool
Ayy, this rap sh*t deeper than words
Caught back, tryna squeeze that verse
R.I.P. granddaddy, sh*t had me weak
Couldn't even lift you out your hearse, grandpa
I'm startin' to feel like I'm cursed, grandpa
Got too much to say, it hurt
But, damn, I'm hurt 'cause you left this earth, grandpa (f*ck)
[Outro]
This was not made for your TV
It was not made for your entertainment
I'm patchin' up cuts, spent too long f*cked
Tryna sit in containment, uh