[Hook:]
Blood, sweat, tears, bruises
Developing habits of never loosin
Guns, bang, shirts, stain
Infamous to the death, we die for this music
Blood, sweat, tears, bruises
Developing habits of never loosin
Guns, bang, shirts, stain
Infamous to the death, we die for this music

I’m bad as ever, when I cash your bread up
Practice makes better when I smash your head up
Use total class for shredder
I got a act of switch a lever, kitchen knife disever
Better safe than ever, I have a weapon when they try and catch up
My mama raised me with a harsh tone, see a cross crowns
Deeper science achieving the reimpark chrone
Bishop life, all I saw was my reality
To be own man and survive was the mentality
Most with casualties, living wrong but the right type
To find out he was shot smoking loud on a quiet night
Runnin the hood like I’m living on trout men
Any rapper tryina play cowboy, they scalp them
Infamous grind mode be the routine
Fool proof schemes, adapting enemies and dreams
God forgives but he don’t approves the situation
When the …disgrace with the immoral ventilation

Been on times on a dead end,
Embed in the scent, mac 10, 7 15 with the fen
The gun come with the twin
The rust with the touch of m
It’s rough to men like a hustler’s skin
Drunk the hen and I will suck pen
The underworld’s full of corrupt men
Mother prolly on the thug’s wrist
Riding poltant, the rover sees swight like yoga
My line’s quoted, this is colded
Twist wishes, kiss boa’s, script poems
Silked out with the chris loafers
Still play the park spark, when dance underneath the top
Then he got dopped, the same play the heart
The large snake ate the heart, I create art
And rock the cohard sharp
I’m a car sharp, bust shots, how to pawn cars
Listen cars nigga spit bars, mars!

[Hook:]
Blood, sweat, tears, bruises
Developing habits of never loosin
Guns, bang, shirts, stain
Infamous to the death, we die for this music
Blood, sweat, tears, bruises
Developing habits of never loosin
Guns, bang, shirts, stain
Infamous to the death, we die for this music

I seen a man get on his knees and cry tears of blood
First born in the casket, laying down in the mud
A product of this enviroinment, a murderer, a shooter
Niggas start going crazy when he fuck with the budda
Stood in front of a judge, had the book throwing at him
Sentenced to 10 joints, now the wolves gonna grab him
He used to run the streets with me, bunk bed sleep with me
Rob the bull dagger and dippin from the police with me
No apetite is stronger than that of the concrete
I can tell you how it feels to find bullets where …sleeps
Bumping that ol more deep, living that brooklyn life
Some niggas took a flight, surroundings weren’t looking right
Older than I look, 50 representation
Run reality on coroner, immoral ventilation
We live by a code that wasn’t written in the bible
The look in my eyes is half peacemaker, half homucidal
My niggas ain’t satisfied until we spending checks
Our twitters ain’t verified but we could care less
Cause we be sippin bekc’s and my click a mess
St imfamous, show off le text
I glow off my rep, with my lost connects
I s** harvest chicks to hardly make some molly
Trippin poly with the obvious,
Anonymous madona miss
America looking like she turning off the lights
You can find me in the back, with a pound of dust
In the ground we trust, by any means we counting bucks
See funny rappers is jelly, my click is rich already
Shot out machete, he knocked a nigga out that was pety
I’m on the block with a heavy coke of bag and I’m ready
To serve any cuddy for money I’m rappin this fety
Holer at rick, he told me we was runnin the game
Plus we was runnin the train, told him we was runnin the same

[Hook:]
Blood, sweat, tears, bruises
Developing habits of never loosin
Guns, bang, shirts, stain
Infamous to the death, we die for this music
Blood, sweat, tears, bruises
Developing habits of never loosin
Guns, bang, shirts, stain
Infamous to the death, we die for this music