Nosebleeds

[00:03.33] Uhhh yeah, tales form the Bronze side
[00:11.93] Gun Rule Motown, yeah Uhhhh
[00:20.12] RIP K7, one more
[00:26.94] Yeah, Uhhhh
[00:30.29] I say a prayer to my Ruger 9
[00:32.31] Hollow out the lead nigga that'll chew your spine
[00:35.09] I'm not a killer but a threat is probably suicide
[00:37.69] If you can make it in Detroit it's Destiny that you survive
[00:40.86] Lucifer tries, he tried a few times
[00:43.14] Times is trying so I be trying different hybrids
[00:46.10] Left gun rule thought those are streets was dying
[00:48.45] Until Joy Road made me reach for iron
[00:51.31] I don't waffle it's authentic what I bleed when writing
[00:53.10] Statues of my niggas dead they get struck by lightning
[00:56.66] Sometimes a Quiet Ones the lion with the 9-iron
[00:59.23] Just like my will I'll leave my rich thoughts for those conspiring
[01:02.12] Talkin to my brother years after he died, damn
[01:04.74] The convo still ill he asked me hit the firing pin
[01:07.39] Meyer Lansky myelin in the hyenas den
[01:10.24] Your bitch a thot, I got a queen plus my two gems
[01:12.89] You me too them my Clips longer than Slim Jims
[01:15.44] Everyday it's a funeral don the dim Brims
[01:18.35] Hood bougie blowing top shelf off pop cans
[01:21.19] Salute? I held him down while he was on the lam
[01:23.59] We met like Mobsters over Pantheon chops of lamb
[01:27.25] Pussy dance and the lips swing
[01:29.04] I was a wanted man, hundred grand instinct
[01:31.81] Million-dollar plans or Sundown getting it
[01:34.54] Grave thoughts, dope art, painting kilos
[01:37.46] I'll never fold Davey Scatino
[01:39.75] I was in Maine eating lobster Cuttino Mobley
[01:42.95] You cats don't get it nigga- I'm holy
[01:45.81] Jesus feet, Heaven's parolee
[01:48.16] I swear I saw Kevin in the nosebleeds
[01:53.90] I never understood why they call my dog Bronze
[01:56.69] And he's a gold medalist man!
[01:58.67] Welcome to the winner's circle baby!
[02:01.09] Sprouted from the blacktop
[02:02.38] The concrete rose petal
[02:03.92] It's me and Bronze some Olympian gold medalists
[02:06.53] Type to tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help
[02:09.47] You know what they say, good dope sell itself
[02:12.86] It's 227 mafia what else?
[02:15.25] If the work ain't takin, we be done took his stripes
[02:17.56] Take what from who? He must don't love his life
[02:19.92] Only thing a nigga ever took from me was advice
[02:23.36] Blow so strong could cut it twice
[02:24.99] Got the fiends still hooking the cable up with a butter knife
[02:28.37] Thug life still living it, streets built me
[02:30.96] So even if I'm guilty I plead Innocent
[02:33.53] Feds lip reading is where its getting interesting
[02:36.24] Sick I came big creature, Harry and the Henderson's
[02:39.00] Little house on the prairie full of Indians
[02:41.68] Import export from Marion to Michigan
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