Underground Bloodsport

Face down

In the mud, in the rain

Whole block full of rumors

Whole heart full of flame (yeah)

I came from the underground

Cold eyes, broken crown

Bloody shoes, bloody hands

Had to take, never ask, never stand down

Every night felt like fight night

Jaw locked, dark thoughts in the brake lights

Saw friends drifting off into late nights

Turned ghosts, turned names, turned gravestones

Killers in the mirror when the hate grows

Red on my knuckles, I stay close

This that underground blood, we fight

Every scar that I got took life

I was drifting on the edge all night

Surrounded by killers, killers in my sight

Underground blood, we fight

If I fall, then I fall in the light

I was drifting, drifting, holding on tight

With the killers, killers in my sight (yeah)

Mama said, "Boy, don't lose your soul"

But the block said, "Boy, pay that toll"

Steel talk, you either fold or you grow cold

I was fifteen staring down a black hole

Homies turned killers for the rent due

Ink on my skin like the sins that I been through

Drifting past churches and venues

Wonder if my name ever make it on a menu

They cheer for the violence we survive in

Blood on the bills that we sliding

Every fight got a price I could die in

But I rise from the dirt that I'm lying in (woo)

This that underground blood, we fight

Every scar that I got took life

I was drifting on the edge all night

Surrounded by killers, killers in my sight

Underground blood, we fight

If I fall, then I fall in the light

I was drifting, drifting, holding on tight

With the killers, killers in my sight (hey)

If I go down, let me go swinging

Both fists high, whole crowd screaming

All this blood got a meaning

All these killers still breathing, but I'm still dreaming (still dreaming)

This that underground blood, we fight

Every scar that I got took life

I was drifting on the edge all night

Surrounded by killers, killers in my sight

Underground blood, we fight

If I fall, then I fall in the light

I was drifting, drifting, holding on tight

With the killers, killers in my sight