Blood On My Denim

I thought every girl I had was the one (Uh, huh), but she was not it Ninety nine percent of bitches be thottin' (Thottin') If I do the same thing, you'd say I'm not shit (Not shit) I could do the same thing and leave you cryin' (Cryin') She got a little deeper through the process (Process) Still addicted to the streets, can't hide it (Hide it) Walk around with two Glizzy's in my pocket (Pocket) I really cocked it, flip a nigga like a socket (Socket) Nigga, way before the fame we was wildin' Then they killed my nigga Quado from the projects (Projects) And it's a shame, all the bitches that was curvin' I see the same damn names in my comments (Comments) She was lookin' O.D. from her side eyes Say she ain't an eater, oh she lied, oh she lied-lied Woke up to three bitches in my bed Made me say it three times, "Oh you fine, oh you fine-fine" I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah I know they know my flaws, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me It's fucked up, they either dead or doin' Fed time Boy, you all about your bread, so am I If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline And I keep it by the dresser That's for any bitch who ever tried to break my heart, I won't let ya Still got blood on my denims That was all the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a nigga No more love in the nigga but I Swear her company made me so comfortable I don't fuck with her (Yeah), the way she fuck with me And it's probably 'cause I'm from the X, where they take for respect Thought I woulda been it 'til they grave on my depths Same fit for a week, now I hate Nike tech Now I'm a trendsetter from my sweater to my hat Dicks put me on the big ass purple Puma jet I'm flexin' more than ever, she like, "Money make me wet" And if I die, I'ma die for my respect Bury me with like a milli' on my neck, uh She was lookin' O.D. from my side eyes Say she ain't an eater, but she lie all the time, time I woke up to three bitches in my bed Made me say it three times, "Like you fine, oh you fine-fine" I ain't rockin' with no ho' niggas or bozo That's a no-no, nigga nah, nah I know they love my fly, the way I rock Dolce and Gabbana I lost my niggas to the streets when it coulda been me It's fucked up, they either dead or doin' Fed time Ho', you all about your press, so am I If it's money on your mind, .45 to your hairline And I keep it by the dresser Just in case a bitch try to break my heart, I won't let ya I still got blood on my denims That was the blood that was in 'em, no more love in a nigga Run through it, all the bands that a nigga got I wonder, if the streets still care about me Long story, I can never really talk about it I'm numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots Numb to it, I stand still when I hear shots I hear niggas talkin' 'bout the money that they don't got I used to be up on the corner with my young akh Now I go buy a couple pounds of the fronto I still smoke it by the pound, I get dumb high I still smoke it by the pound like a rasta I send money to my niggas sittin' up, yeah I send money to my daughter, she's a rugrat I been through it but I'm not givin' up, yeah I switch up of different cars now they upset