Guapo Lennon - Bloody Piano

Yea we the mob just like the Sopranos (and I’m the don)
We bury ya body right under the grand piano

I got all this blood drippin on these piano keys
I fell in love with dese downers and lost my memories
Then lost money, lost bitches and lost friends of me
Me and Shy was worth a lil dub when we had ten a piece
My Mama told me I’m too much wit all this hood in me
She know her son keep breakin hearts cause aint no go in me
My motivation was bein who they say I couldn’t be
Just look at me I done reach where they say I couldn’t reach, ah

Turn on the lights we livin in color
Lennon Brothas like we got the same Mother
You my ace boon koon out the gutta
New car go vroom when you touch it
Five killas wit me lookin like the Jacksons
Don’t test me
Five killas wit me tottin dirty ratchets
It can get ugly

[Chorus]
Ahhh
Bloody piano
Blood on my hand when I’m touchin the keys
Ahhh
Blood on my shoe
Blood on my pants
Blood on my sleeves, hmm
Blood in my eyes
It’s been hard for a nigga to see, yah, yah
I see blood at the bottom and Imma see blood when I get in my peak
Ahhh
I’m off a thirty
She off a thirty
Yeah we on geek
Ahhh
We be all night
Thumbing thru sixty we cannot sleep, yah yah
I done got off a bar n miss that yellow bus todday
Ahhh
Hallucination now I see a extra zae, woah

She like I wanna have a baby wit him
He a big tymer like Baby and Slim
Steppin like Ye and she wanna be Kim
I gave her the boot like the face of my Timb
Ridin around wit da weight in the rims
They caught me servin and probably on film
All of this fake love when I get on the gram
They only want me cause they see me wit bands… yah

We was them young niggas doin them numbers, numbers, numbers
I’m talkin bout the number one stunners, stunners, stunners
Coldest nigga in the summer
I gave finesse to all my youngins
I know they proud of the nigga they under, yah
Long as my record is spinnin
I know the devil is sellin me, yah
I need that green
Big bankroll that broccoli and celery, yah
Daddy we on
The only thing my daughter is tellin me
Lookin in the eyes of my mini-me
I pray that I wake up a better me
Never would I beef on the internet, nah
Can’t give these niggas my energy, nah
I heard that they tryin belittle
Fuck em all I aint showin no sympathy, yah
Drop a bag to take care of my enemies
Tell my shooters don’t call til they finish shit
Don’t no one know what I’m dealin wit, uh hm
All these demons inside me is killin me, uh hm

[Chorus]

I gave you all you wanted knowin you never do nothin for me
I aint wanna be by my lonely
So I accepted the shit that you showed me
When my daughter was born I was locked in confinement
Made decisions I know I gotta die wit
Woke up wit a deal on the line
They tellin me that I should sign it
Memberin when I was young my granddaddy told me I would be a star
Went from a pawn to a don
Now everywhere we go they know who we are
All of my drip come straight to da porch in a package
I don’t gotta to go to a store
I jumped off the porch and went straight and got me a package
And I sold it all on the North

Ryder remember when we counted a hundred
Rubber banded it and then we counted another, yah
I treat my niggas like brothas
Straight out the mud
We also gutta and flooded
Lookin like I’m drippin straight out a puddle
Plug send the pack in on the muscle
I aint never gotta struggle again
Promise the gang we gonna win
I see the look in these niggas’ eyes, now
Most of em hatin on Lennon
I know they want all the shit I’m drippin in
Lookin like a nigga made it
I done upgraded
We was outdated
I put it all in they faces
I got them bands on me everyday
And I bet a nigga wont take it

Mama said she praying for me everyday
And she hoping I make it
I gotta do for me baby
I gotta do for my Nova
I got some shit on my shoulders
All these Perkys takin me over
Gotta get to that bag in the morning
Aint no way that I’m missin this money

Written by:
James Lee Livingston

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