MO3 x Morray – In My Blood Lyrics

MO3 In My Blood Lyrics, In My Blood Lyrics by MO3 x Morray

Yeah, yeah
La-da-da-da-da, oh, oh
Woah

Yeah
Made a promise to my mama that I gotta be better than I was (Better than I was)
To my granny, I’m an angel, but this murder s*** be running through my blood (Gang)
It’s in my bloodline (Bloodline)
Better hug your dog if you love ’em ’cause I can’t hug mine (On God)
Retaliate, we put ’em up, lil’ b*tch, I slung iron (Blatt)
Locked in a cell, I got out of jail and I still done crime (Woah)

This why I still be in my feelings (Why?)
Maybe ’cause the b*tch that I’m loving be acting different (Ha)
Don’t respect the fact I’m working on what we building (What?)
And I ain’t forgot the pain, I’m just working on my forgiveness
Section 8, I’m thugging, got killers all in my trenches (For real)
Clutching, I got action, get at me, this sh*t get wicked
Chopper flip ’em like a gymnast, yeah, without no blindfold
Treat an opp just like a surfboard, yeah, when I slide on

Full of passion, bare the fruit of everlasting sh*t
Tell me they love me, but they hate me, I’m the last they pick
Under construction ’cause destruction what I always get
I went from selfless to selfish, they hating like a b*tch
N*ggas will plot on you, scheme on you
It’s love ’til the beam on you
F*ck you over, when it’s done, still gon’ say what they need from you
Ain’t no friends left to build with
Tools in hands, but we ain’t building
N*ggas praying for my downfall ’cause they know I got real sh*t
It’s like hating is the f*cking way of life now
Talking down on my findoutlyrics name make haters so proud
Extra silent when I speak because my g*ns loud
Preach the positive, but still won’t put my guns down
I don’t bang, you get banged if you ever try to check this
Feel like MO3, for sure, G, showing love to Texas
On a song with my dog, I’m getting features from Heaven
I’ma try to emulate you, but I know nobody better

Hey
Made a promise to my mama that I gotta be better than I was (Better than I was)
To my granny, I’m an angel, but this murder sh*t be running through my blood (Gang)
It’s in my bloodline (Bloodline)
Better hug your dog if you love ’em ’cause I can’t hug mine (On God)
Retaliate, we put ’em up, lil’ b*tch, I slung iron (Blatt)
Locked in a cell, I got out of jail and I still done crime (Woah)