Half The City's Hot. ( my blood for your blood)

Lyrics

Intro

(Rapper 1:)

Ayy… (grrt)
Midwest steppin’, snow tires on the Charger (skrrt)
Whole block jumpin’ late night, no starters (nah)
GT flow

(Rapper 2:)

Uh-huh… (what?)
Everybody tough online ‘til them headlights park (boom)
We done turned cold nights into war stories (gang)

(Chorus 1)

(Rapper 1:)

Half the city hot, other half still lurkin’ (lurkin’)
Mask down low while the backdoor workin’ (skrrt)

(Rapper 2:)

Windows crack, hear the bassline swangin’ (swangin’)
Whole crew outside, everybody dangerous (boom boom)

(Both:)

If it smoke, we don’t tweet, we slide first (slide)
Midwest grime put pain in the verse (facts)

(Verse 1)

(Rapper 1:)

Posted on the strip where the streetlights blink (blink)
Youngins sell blues right beside the drinks (uh)
Police ride past, everybody freeze (freeze)
Then it’s back to the grind like we still can’t eat ((ah)

(Rapper 2:)

I done seen real killers cry in them cells (damn)
Seen fake tough dudes fold and tell (rat)
Now I ride low-key with the heat on tuck (tuck)
‘Cause envy get loud when you comin’ up (facts)

(Rapper 1:)

Big body whip, black tint, all ghost (skrrt)
Neighbors know the smell when the pack get broke (gas)
Homie got hit now his mama need hope (damn)
That pain turn a young boy cold for sure (cold)

)Rapper 2:)

And I still hear sirens all through the night (woo)
Everybody tryna make it home alright (alright)
But revenge in the air got the city tight (tight)
Wrong move get you put inside them lights (boom)

(Chorus 2)

(Rapper 1:)

Cold wind blow through the alleyways (whoosh)
Still ten toes, we ain’t ran away (nah)

(Rapper 2:)

Same ones broke now they countin’ pape’ (count it)
Same ones hated wanna shake my hand today (fake)

(Both:)

We came from the mud where survival first (first)
Midwest pain make the speakers burst (boom)

(Verse 2)

(Rapper 1:)

Corner store meetups, hoodie full cash (cash)
Old heads tell me “youngblood move fast” (move)
Everybody hungry where I’m from at (facts)
That’s why ambition mixed with combat (grrt)

(Rapper 2:)

Late night lurkin’, gotta watch your mirrors (watch ‘em)
Day ones changed when success got nearer (fake)
I can’t trust smiles when the hate get clearer (nah)
Seen jealousy turn brothers to killers (damn)

(Rapper 1:)

Still pour liquor for the ones gone missin’ (rest up)
Whole block quiet when them shots start hittin’ (bah bah)
We ain’t glorifyin’, just the life we livin’ (real)
Hard to stay holy in a world so vicious (facts)

(Rapper 2:)

Grandma prayin’ while I clutch that steel (amen)
Tryna touch a mil’ but this pain too real (too real)
Every scar on me came with a lesson (lesson)
Every dead friend left a deep impression (damn)

(Chorus 3)

(Rapper 1:)

Sirens echo while the snow keep fallin’ (woo)
Lost too many bros to the fast life callin’ (damn)

(Rapper 2:)

But we still stand tall through the madness (stand tall)
Turn hard times into savage ambition (let’s go)

(Both:)

No sleep, all grind, that’s the code we learned (learned)
In the Midwest, respect get earned (facts)

(Verse 3)

(Rapper 1:)

Ain’t no handouts where I grew up at (nah)
Had to learn quick how to move them packs (move)
How to read fake love through a dap (fake)
How to stay calm when they speak on the gang (gang)

(Rapper 2:)

Now the whole team eatin’, tables full (full)
Used to skip meals, pockets hurtin’ bad (damn)
Now the V8 roar when I hit that gas (skrrt)
Still remember nights we ain’t have jack (facts)

(Rapper 1:)

City on fire but the ice on froze (frozen)
Everybody savage when survival mode (grrt)
You either stand tall or you get exposed (exposed)
Ain’t no love in the streets, everybody know (know that)

(Rapper 2:)

Still I pray someday we escape this cycle (amen)
But until then keep one hand on the Bible (Bible)
Other hand ready if the hate ignite us (boom)
Midwest made, can’t nobody fight us (gang)

(Chorus 4)

(Rapper 1:)

Half the city scarred, other half still sinnin’ (sinnin’)
Everybody dreamin’ but the clock still tickin’ (tickin’)

(Rapper 2:)

From cold dark nights to the spotlight gleamin’ (gleamin’)
We survived them trenches they ain’t believe in (nah)

(both)

If you know that struggle, put your lighters high (high)
For the ones still livin’ and the ones that died (rest up)
Midwest bloodline, forever stamped (forever)
Real ones remain, all the fake get cramped (facts)