King Moe - Bleu Chanel Lyrics

I got the venom
Running rampant
Through the trenches
Thumbing through the mail
Late nights praying for rain
I got so used to hell
Stormy weather no umbrella
Just a tool and scale
Ain't into being all boo'd up
I'm catching beaucoup sales
Microwave set to three minutes
Let the noodles swell
I ain't got nothing else to prove
I proved that to myself
I see the game from both sides
Hope you do as well
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel

Amiri with the yeezy rips
I'm looking cool as well
If you don't post it on the net
They just assume you failed
You food as hell
If you touch what's left
On my dinner plate
My dog do wizardry or something Cause he been a snake
They throwing rocks
In glass houses
Until a window break
I hope my cousin
Know I love him
But I'm with pistol play
With sudafed
We had a method
Yea the crystal way
And Forest Green
Made me a monster
Like camp Crystal lake
Mama thinking I'm a demon
Cause I demonstrate
Wicked witches want my semen
I ain't finna date
Send me a woman
That's a queen to wash my
Sins away she asking
What was in my cup
It was a hint of grape

Running rampant
Through the trenches
Thumbing through the mail
Late nights praying for rain
I got so used to hell
Stormy weather no umbrella
Just a tool and scale
Ain't into being all boo'd up
I'm catching beaucoup sales
Microwave set to three minutes
Let the noodles swell
I ain't got nothing else to prove
I proved that to myself
I see the game from both sides
Hope you do as well
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel

I see the game from both sides
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel
I see the game from both sides
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel

That label tried to
Play me close
Feel like they hate me most
I would've rocked out
For the free
Ain't need them faded clothes
Admit that I
Made a mistake I
Should've stated no
I thought I was
Part of the fam
I don't relate to hoes
Funky town
I'm out in Texas
Fake relation goals
Playing family with a bitch
That want to take my soul
Big red pouring green
A quarter tank of smoke
I saw the cross
When I hit Houston
And it drained my hope
Ashamed and broke
You couldn't tell
Cause I met famous grove
Grove hero know I
Spit that shit
That change the globe
A street fighter
Breaking codes
And they all salute
With double C's on my feet
And they ultra blue

Running rampant
Through the trenches
Thumbing through the mail
Late nights praying for rain
I got so used to hell
Stormy weather no umbrella
Just a tool and scale
Ain't into being all boo'd up
I'm catching beaucoup sales
Microwave set to three minutes
Let the noodles swell
I ain't got nothing else to prove
I proved that to myself
I see the game from both sides
Hope you do as well
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel

I see the game from both sides
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel
I see the game from both sides
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel
I see the game from both sides
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel
I see the game from both sides
Got blue hundreds
Give a f*ck about some
Blue Chanel