Tears, Sweat, Blood

I been up since morning, the sounds of the birds and the foxes yawning

They judge, but I just ignore 'em, get one life and you're not respawning

Stove and the pot tings boring, bro, said he might try rapping

The talking a lot tings boring, told bro that I might try action

In the field all day, but still man pray 'cause the soul needs healing

Still tryna ghost these demons, it's a new and an old school feeling

Man roll through gleaming, white man thinks that I'm local dealing

Building a beat with Tobi, real big smoke when I roll through Ealing

MG on the tee, me and the team ain't fucking about

Glad that I put in the work, I took me a loss and it wasn't a drought

We ain't thotting for clout, getting it done, then we're up and we're out

Feel like I'm up in the clouds, high and my feet ain't touching the ground

And my zoot still lit, still tryna blow off of YouTube clips

New school shit, I give what I get on some mutual shit

All black, that's the usual fit, dem man all chat, that's unusual shit

Glad that they're not my bredrins

Got clowns tryna block my blessings

That's why we ain't coming in peace

Tears, sweat, blood on these streets

Feels like I ain't seen mommy in weeks

Can't touch yard till the money increase

Pray that the P's just rise, down on my knees like Jesus Christ

But we ain't getting no answers, so we still search for the reasons why

That's why we ain't coming in peace

Tears, sweat, blood on these streets

Feels like I ain't seen mommy in weeks

Can't touch yard till the money increase

Pray that the P's just rise, down on my knees like Jesus Christ

But we ain't getting no answers, so we still search for the reasons why

Don't know what to call it, I'm calling it sexy

Don't call me your bestie, when it got real, you ain't call me or text me

Drink more till it's empty, but it still feels like there's plenty of room

I feel all of their envy, it don't affect me, but they tend to assume

The hate kinda feels like love

Lames tryna kill my buzz

Waved, tryna fill my cup

I still got bae tryna feel man up

Got pain, tryna heal my cuts

I still got snakes tryna build my trust

It's bait, they ain't built like us

It's bait, they ain't built like us

That's why we ain't coming in peace

Tears, sweat, blood on these streets

Feels like I ain't seen mommy in weeks

Can't touch yard till the money increase

Pray that the P's just rise, down on my knees like Jesus Christ

But we ain't getting no answers, so we still search for the reasons why

That's why we ain't coming in peace

Tears, sweat, blood on these streets

Feels like I ain't seen mommy in weeks

Can't touch yard till the money increase

Pray that the P's just rise, down on my knees like Jesus Christ

But we ain't getting no answers, so we still search for the reasons why