Lil Wayne – Bloodline Lyrics

Bloodline

Lil Wayne

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"Bloodline." - Lil Wayne

Monday, 26 October 2026, 06:38 pm

Album: 500 Degreez

Track No: 09

The streets make the hustlers
Hustlers make the world go 'round
The world is made of keys, ounces, and pounds
They keys, ounces, and pounds is made from hustlers
See how shit come back 'round for ya?
Gotta cop it, chop it, and cook it
See how shit come back brown for ya?
Gotta cake in the oven, I watch it bubble
You can knock on my door, but you can't knock the hustle
But it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I, put more D on me
Lil' Weezy, we gon' eat, that's how it is
Got insurance on the flow, man, I'm that positive
And I'm shaggy in a saggy lens
Me and my squad in a paddy wagon tally Benz
And you know I put the Mags on that
Forty-five Mag with a flash on that
Who want it?
Everybody sing along
Now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that)
People, now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that)
And when I move, I move out with the raw
I move out with the squad
Tools out when we ride, we so mob
I throw lives and loaf to live
For my loaf of bread, the people's player
I did what the coaches said
And I live by the cosa nostra said
Fuck around, I knock your shoulder from your head
Get it right, I'm a soldier till I'm dead
This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled
I'm pumping O's with lots of hay
I'm so high, and really, I don't even know why
But, oh, I just go buy a whole house
And lay my mat down, lay her back down
But I never put my MAC down
You see the thug in me
You know Weezy, he the young son of Bubba B
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B
If you want it, then come to me
I'm right here
Now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that)
People, now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that)
I'm G'd up
Only follow the code of the streets
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when
Hustling by the day with no food
But just so I can eat, and ain't it a bitch?
And if you see me gettin' fat, I'm probably gettin' rich
And you probably can come see me for some crack
Before six, and after that it's all bricks
My fate and my palm is wrapped around this eighth
And my arm 'cause the dirty side is straight Vietnam
I skate with the bomb
I'm asking you don't play with me at all
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoe prints
'Cause I did and I do shit that's better than new shit
Fifth with two clips, the kid is a nuisance
Oh, man, he's inspired by his own gangster music
And the Blueprint
Cruisin' through the stoop with the ooh lit
Like, ooh, shit, this is more than weed
It's 500 degrees
Now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that)
People, now I'm a ride 'cause I got ridin' in my bloodline
And I'ma shine 'cause I got shinin' in my bloodline
I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline
I bleed concrete (I hear that)

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Dwayne Carter & Byron Thomas.

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