Album Name

Return to the Golden Era

Artist

AWON

Genre

랩/힙합, 인디음악

Release Date

2017.11.14

Release Agency

(주)루미넌트엔터테인먼트

Blood In Blood Out - AWON
It's blood in blood out
When you tote that iron for clout
When it's feast
in these streets of trouts
It's blood in blood out
Blood money on your hands
but still
The mighty bills tend
to get us killed
My nigga shit's so real
Now that I'm older
with more understanding
See the beast in the mirror
whether it's feast or famine
I'm the same nigga that hollas
no choices
Instead of working hard
I decide to sell poison
And blame it on the man
but I'm part of the so-called plan
Killin' communities hand-to-hand
For new kicks fresh whips
loose chicks tooth clips
With a hammer on the hip
it's the wild wild West
And no matter what I stay dope
mad fresh
All-white Airs
with some Hermes sweats
Blunt after blunt till my death
Heaven around the corner
Maybe a young'un with a Tec
Will come break the cycle of me
livin' trifle
The stash in the trash
there's an assault rifle
Streets like a jungle
can't survive if you humble
Rather raw and be feared
than to mumble and fumble
It's blood in blood out
When you tote that iron for clout
When it's feast
in these streets of trouts
It's blood in blood out
Blood money on your hands
but still
The mighty bills tend
to get us killed
My nigga shit's so real
As I sit in my apartment
I think of the dearly departed
I lost in the streets
broken hearted
Regrets of the game
Shouldn'ta introduced 'em to
that bitch named cane
She done bought many
of my homies mad pain
Not a STD just a bullet
to the brain or CCE
Got a call late at night
that my brother got shot
Hopped in the whip
even though the block's hot
The sight of him
in the rain dead in the streets
Body covered up
under a blood-stained sheet
Looked his daughter in the eyes
she didn't understand
She was just a baby
still in her mother's hands
And soon to be raised up
by another man
Who would never love her the way
my little brother can
Revenge in my heart
but his blood on my hands
'Cause I led him to the spot
and showed him
how to move grams
It's blood in blood out
When you tote that iron for clout
When it's feast
in these streets of trouts
It's blood in blood out
Blood money on your hands
but still
The mighty bills tend
to get us killed
My nigga shit's so real
Sittin' on my mother's porch
with my cousin
Trippin' out about the time
we had when we was young'uns
Thuggin' wilin' out
for nothin' living trife
I'm the dealer
and he's the user
and that his life
Turned on to the deed
by the brother of his wife
Shootin' to fight the sickness
associated with strife
Contracted hepatitis What
The B-type
Wouldn't let him hit the blunt
some time I even front
But this the same nigga used
to get cash with
Hit my first L skippin' class
to get ass with
Now I'm ashamed of who he is
and in my heart I was a kid
Because when he overdosed
on a bag I was in tears
Just one more visit
one more conversation
One more goodbye
before his final destination
It's never hesitation
openly love people
no matter the situation
Seein' what I been
through in this occupation
Of course it's too high
Imma need salvation hope
the Lord has patience

It's blood in blood out
When you tote that iron for clout
When it's feast
in these streets of trouts
It's blood in blood out
Blood money on your hands
but still
The mighty bills tend
to get us killed
My nigga shit's so real