In My Blood Songtext
von MO3

(Yxng Stov)
(I′m all the way one hundred, though)
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
La-da-da-da-da, oh, oh
Why?

Yeah
Made a promise to my mama that
I gotta be better than I was (better than I was)
To my granny, I'm an angel
But this murder shit be running through my blood (gang)
It′s in my bloodline (bloodline)
Better hug your dog if you love 'em
'Cause I can′t hug mine (on God)
Retaliate, we put ′em up, lil' bitch, I slung iron (blatt)
Locked in a cell, I got out of jail and I still done crime (why?)


This why I still be in my feelings (why?)
Maybe ′cause the bitch that I'm loving be acting different (ha)
Don′t respect the fact that I'm working on what we building (what?)
And I ain′t forgot the pain, I'm just working on my forgiveness

Section 8, I'm thugging, got killers all in my trenches (for real)
Clutching, I got action, get at me, this shit get wicked
Chopper flip ′em like a gymnast, yeah, without no blindfold
Treat an opp just like a surfboard, yeah, when I slide on

Full of passion, bare the fruit of everlasting shit
Tell me they love me, but they hate me, I′m the last they pick
Under construction 'cause destruction what I always get
I went from selfless to selfish, they hating like a bitch

Niggas will plot on you, scheme on you
It′s love 'til the beam on you
Fuck you over, when it′s done, still gon' say what they need from you
Ain′t no friends left to build with
Tools in hands, but we ain't building
Niggas praying for my downfall 'cause they know I got real shit

It′s like hating is the fucking way of life now
Talking down on my name make haters so proud
Extra silent when I speak because my guns loud
Preach the positive, but still won′t put my guns down


I don't bang, you get banged if you ever try to check this
Feel like MO3, for sure, G, showing love to Texas
On a song with my dog, I′m getting features from Heaven
I'ma try to emulate you, but I know nobody better

Yeah
Made a promise to my mama that
I gotta be better than I was (better than I was)
To my granny, I′m an angel
But this murder shit be running through my blood (gang)
It's in my bloodline (bloodline)
Better hug your dog if you love ′em
'Cause I can't hug mine (on God)
Retaliate, we put ′em up, lil′ bitch, I slung iron (blatt)
Locked in a cell, I got out of jail and I still done crime (why?)