Nineaux - Bloodline Lyrics

(Cash Money AP)
Coming from the bottom, tryna make it to the f*ckin top
Livin by the code I ain't snitching, I can't trust no opp
Money kinda low, so we bout to go and hit the block
Disrespect my manhood, move around or gon get popped
Pops on I-10, get it in, tryna make some ends
In it for the win, no pretend, blue Benjamins
Mind on his money and money on his mind
Gotta put it down, gotta do it for my bloodline

All my homies' people are inside outside of the loop
But I was kinda salty cause my people all up in the boot
They the same niggas who taught a nigga how to shoot
They taught me what I got to do and always gotta stay true
Let start with my Nanny Londa, never with that f*ckin drama
She'd go around and f*ckin pop ya, probably already fought ya mama
Kickin' ass and taking names, putting hoes into shame
You can keep your steel but around here, yea we throw them thangs
I was a young nigga, lil nigga with the blad fade
Was in head start, not even in the 1st grade
Dope-fiend getting his ass beat, cause dealer wanna get paid
Around the same time 2001 dropped, by Dr. Dre
My daddy little brother Uncle Kee, We call him Kee Dawg
That nigga is a fool, when it comes to that alcohol
He ain't no alcoholic, but he always taught me bout respect
One time one nigga was talking reckless, and he got chin-checked

Coming from the bottom, tryna make it to the f*ckin top
Livin by the code I ain't snitching, I can't trust no opp
Money kinda low, so we bout to go and hit the block
Disrespect my manhood, move around or gon get popped
Pops on I-10, get it in, tryna make some ends
In it for the win, no pretend, blue Benjamins
Mind on his money and money on his mind
Gotta put it down, gotta do it for my bloodline

My Uncle LJ, momo oldest brother, he was a hustler
Yea he fed the block, he couldn't stop, he had all the customers
Do some funny shit, hell yea, that nigga couldn't f*ck with ya
Had a quarter-mill, hell yea, that nigga had to run it up
He was always stuntin', hell yea, he was livin' lavish
Til one time he almost got caught up, going down the parish
Crooked cops was tryna take his dope, his money, and just grab it
Also try to take his life, but he just ran thru the traffic
My cousin Michael Wayne, he insane, but that's my nigga mane
Taught me how to go and get it, and go head and do ya thang
Right now he in TDC, doing twenty and some change
Shoot some niggas, shoot some bitches, rob some niggas, and buss some brains
He turned me into a fighter said, "boy you gotta stick and move."
"In every situation man, boy you gotta keep your cool."
But he did the opposite, man that man was a fool
One time someone tried my daddy, and that man shot that dude

Coming from the bottom, tryna make it to the f*ckin top
Livin by the code I ain't snitching, I can't trust no opp
Money kinda low, so we bout to go and hit the block
Disrespect my manhood, move around or gon get popped
Pops on I-10, get it in, tryna make some ends
In it for the win, no pretend, blue Benjamins
Mind on his money and money on his mind
Gotta put it down, gotta do it for my bloodline