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@elijah88720

stackin’ up the racks, i’m never gonna switch,
flippin’ all this paper, yeah, i’m hittin’ every stitch,
money on my mind, can’t catch me in this bitch,
rollin’ in the bands, watch me stack up every inch.


diamonds on my wrist, they be hittin’ like a glitch,
countin’ up the bands, i don’t even need a stitch,
cash flow steady, i ain't worried about no snitch,
packets full of hunnids while I’m flexin’ on the rich.

blood - cash (toxicskin)

yea i'm creepin through the block, got the mask and the strap,
catch him lackin’, make the whole scene collapse.
hollow tips fly, turn his body to trash,
leave ‘em in the dirt, now they prayin’ for a dash.

drums in the clip, make the whole block shake,
quick on the move, leave no room for a break.
heart cold ever, i don’t feel no mistakes,
silence in the air, i don’t leave no trace.

move in the shadows, no face, no case,
drums unload, leave the block displaced.
heartbeats fade, now the scene erase.
nd my eyes so cold black i don't leave no trace.

blood - spinnin yo block

cookingwithkya you think u elite?
your food’s so bland, even salt wanna leave
that soggy mac and cheese couldn’t feed the street.
tryna serve it up, but it’s lookin’ hella weak.

you burnin’ fuckin toast, yeah, you’re smokin’ in the kitchen,
how you a chef but you keep on forgettin’?
flavors out here playing hide-and-seek,
even gordon ramsay said, “this ain’t it, chief!”

cookingwithkya, where the spice at?
the flavor so lost, it is never coming back.
turn off the stove, put the apron down,
you’re the reason doordash runs yo fuckin town.

you call it “fine dining,” we call it survival,
recipes look like they came from the bible.
boiled chicken? nah that’s a crime,
microwave meals outshine your grind.

blood - kitchen’s closed (cookingwithkya diss)

@elijah88720

i’m feelin like i’m gone

blood - charge

@elijah88720

ion wan talk, I js wna fade
stars in my eyes but they feel so fake
her touch on my skin yea its all a haze
lost n the night, caught up n the fckin sway
her heart around my neck now its pulling me down 
every beat i feel but she not around 
whispers n my head but they playin too loud
tryna find my way but im stuck n the clouds
ion wna talk, I js wan sleep
feel her ghost n the air but it cut to deep
driving thru the dark where the secrets keep 
her heart still around me but the luv wnt speak.

blood - fake stars (og ver)

man, that nigga is so bitch, and he don’t know what to do,
he be Acting fuckin tough, but he know that it ain’t true.
he been talkin to the screen, but in person he a fool

he got words like a weapon, but his heart ain’t there,
all that bark online, but in real life, he scared.
keyboard warrior with a fragile mind,
talkin’ big game, but he’s wastin’ time.

talkin’ to the screen, but he don’t want no smoke,
livin’ for the likes, but his whole life’s a joke.
ain’t no backbone, just a hollow disguise,
real ones pull up, he avoidin’ all eyes.

blood

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