ATTACK MODE

[Verse]
Young Jmatts all black in attack mode
Looking through your window
And I'm creeping in the back door
Motherfucker eyes on red and my hat low
Bet I'm gonna have 'em wondering
Like where my cash go
Asshole tendencies I'll never be
A fucking celebrity I'm an enemy
To every entity getting next to me
Slither like a centipede better be
On your best behavior, danger
Fuck your bitch 'til my lеgs hurt
These hating motherfuckеrs wanna cross me
I don't give a fuck assassinating is a hobby
Heartbeats stop when I pop up and drop heat
Finally I'm feeling myself how could I not be
Bitch it's a mindset
The grind get tough with the times yet
Mistakes we make in life don't define it
I'm trying to get out the dirt
And yeah I been out of work
But I've learned and I've hurt
Too much to sit down and burn up

[Chorus]
Blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I just don't know what to think
I know I'll never be enough
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Call my father call my shrink
But don't you ever call my bluff
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I just don't know what to think
I know I'll never be enough
I give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Call my father call my shrink
But don't you ever call my bluff