BLOOD MONEY

“Blood Money” [Intro — slow, dark tone] Yeah… No Survival. Only thing breathing out here is money. Verse 1 — SLOW (menacing delivery) Came from nothing, now I’m hungry as f***, Empty pockets had me down on my luck, World don’t care if you bleed or you drown, They just watch till you either rise or you down. Cold-ass nights with rage in my chest, Had to learn real quick nobody blessed, Friends disappeared when the cash ran low, Now they texting like they always knew bro. I don’t trust smiles, that shit too fake, Seen loyalty fold for a quick payday. Chorus — MEDIUM (aggressive chant) Money don’t love me, I don’t love it back, But I chase that shit till my lungs collapse, F*** feelings, f*** peace, f*** fear, Only thing real is the money right here. Stack it up high till the problems look small, Blood money dripping when the bankroll call. Verse 2 — FAST (raw, chaotic energy) City lights flicker, everybody sinning, Fast cash lifestyle, nobody winning, Girls selling dreams for a price at night, Fake damn love under neon lights. Rich men paying just to feel alive, Lonely souls trying hard to survive, Champagne lies and designer pain, Everybody smiling but they all insane. I seen bodies move when the dollars talk, Morals disappear when the money walk, Truth get buried under diamonds and smoke, Whole damn system just a rich man joke. Chorus — MEDIUM (louder repeat) Money don’t love me, I don’t love it back, But I chase that shit till my lungs collapse, F*** feelings, f*** peace, f*** fear, Only thing real is the money right here. Stack it up high till the problems look small, Blood money dripping when the bankroll call. Verse 3 — FAST → SLOW (explosive then cold ending) FAST Now I move different, heart locked tight, Trust died young in the middle of the night, Everybody reaching when they see you glow, But they vanished quick when the funds ran low. Grinding so hard got fire in veins, Success feel sweet but it come with pain, Built from rage, every scar my proof, Had to turn savage just to find my truth. SLOW (final lines) Money keep coming, the silence loud, Standing alone in a faceless crowd… No survival — that’s the rule we know… Get rich fast… or fade real slow.