Translation: Life's Blood. Stick To It.
of your obsessions Let go of your past There is no end But you know-you can last Stick To It! You've got the edge That's a start It's time to
'll see what I find tomorrow Young Money CMR, I'm Blood like a scar I'm Weezy F baby and the F aint for "Flaw" It's like I have it all But I don't have
stick together We wrote our names in blood But I guess you can't accept that the change is good It's good, it's good Well, you treat me just like another stranger Well, it's
won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed
me kill my friend They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it" Muthafucka, now you're down for life
Cause money's under (Nothin) My life is such a (Blur) That's not the way it has to go it's jus what I prefer And do not disagree with me it's best you
you" It's Young Money Cash Money playboy That's about the size of it At the roof top So hot up here nigga Yeah Let's go [Chorus - Drake] Take yourself
never loaned it And life ain't a rehearsal, the camera's always rollin' So come and get a portion of this money that we blowin' 'Cause it's on, yeah, girl, it's
aside Like it's Aftermath for life and all I do is ride Before I turn on him I kill Satan And stick my red flag in the ground It's red nation Now Blood
from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference when I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline
and three Make her smile, when she sees Spre's I can get you on CD's, and DVD's Take you to Bebe's and B.C.B.G.'s I can get you in the places, to be
I'm the outcast comin' to blaze the grass Outlaw due to my life that's come to pass Dre, pass me the glass of wine So I can pour it over my homies grave
the flag Cause you don't give blood... to take it back again Oh we're all deserving something more Progress,... taste it,... invest-it-all Champagne
It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies stick a grenade in they pussy The I start stranglin' babies See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP
a glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and yuk with the l-g in the makin' It's
So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close But I got a buncha obstacles If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's
) So what you gone do? (Then I'm a double back and do it again) So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules Dropped out in the 10th grade
