Blood in My Gatorade

[Hook] Blood in my Gatorade, I was raised different I said blood in my Gatorade, I was raised different I said blood in my Gatorade, I was raised different I said blood in my Gatorade, I was raised different I was raised, I was raised different I said blood in my Gatorade, I was raised different I was raised, I was raised different [Metta World Peace] I was raising that south, too, way the sharks do When we came up in the hood only shit that came around I’m like a shoe sting, most never seen that Get up my way, I see a brain frozen in that ground Came up, was raised up, buy the dogs, they was 5% Haitian You a reporter, they hate us, I love every block that I came from Mom and dad came from, they told me stay tough Always move forward, never back up Stay hustling, blood in my water cup Blood in my Gatorade, yeah, drink it up We adapt to survive, clap at it, call it eye for an eye This is a very strange life, people wanna know why I act like that [Hook] [Prodigy] This blood is in my Gatorade, blood sport When I play is not a game, I’m not afraid If niggas feel some kind of way Pockets broke, I can’t pay, the new paint, they in the crowd I’m playing in the game, you pay to get it now It’s blood coming out the speakers, beef is fun, nose bleeders Can’t afford the good seats, why you mad at me for? …like a reefer, gets you turned like a jump season Take a number, wait in line, for my head I don’t taste sappy drama, I just booby trap clowns I just walk a straight line, cross my path, it’s man down We born to score it, y’all niggas is boring You never made a hot zone, never did a touring Ten pack stadium, we selling amnesia Cool pack and titty bar, nobody care to see your corny ass song You ain’t hard like Lamar, you ain’t bad, you ain’t here You ain’t a warrior like me [Hook] [Hunna] I was raised to go in, there’s blood in my Gatorade Killing all these dreams and all I do is bring heat in Spitting that crazy fire, just causing that competition Rule for nothing, that make you green like a villain Me, I’m no different, still hustling hard Doing missions, catch me in the booth like I’m cooking in the kitchen …in the mind, never tripping, slipping ‘cause all I do is keep winning [Rain Bisou] Another oath for my concrete jungle It wasn’t always just cops cutting, jump throat Southern California wasn’t nice to me But it taught me right and that was life to me ‘Cause I was raised different Said I’ll never make it but I never listen ‘Cause I was raised different Said I’ll never make it but I never listen [Hook]