Corruption of Blood (feat. Apoc Krysis)

Ayo I pull off reckless Minimal stress in a stolen Lexus Leave you breathless like takin punches to your solar plexus Call my shooters, they eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast Camo'd out leavin you guessin where we got the Smith n Wesson Look, cause I ain't talkin no more Suited up guns and ammo and I'm ready for war Down in the bottom of the ninth so ima even the score Teachin lessons with weapons fuck I need humanity for When it rains and it pours, mothafuckas head for the door Livin life by the gun so I can't die by the sword Keep talkin wild fam and ima flatten you and your mans Bound and gagged tossed into the back of unmarked vans ruined your plans Cause I'm the mothafuckin antihero Smashin your fingers cheaters justice call me Dinero Comparin you to me is like converting Dollars to Euros The brand be stronger than brandishing handguns Desus and Mero Bow down fuckas it's the untouchable Never sellin out our blood's incorruptible Underground hustlas rhyme driven smugglers If I could travel back in time you'd been smothered Could get you robbed stabbed or shot whether or not the tone changed 20k for the hit I said let's get it that's chump change Hollows got your dome smokin ripped open at close range Yellin pull off, dumpin the burner before it cool off I'm similar to ammunition for a couple reasons I'm either leavin you dead or just fatally bleeding Courage is subjective til they see me it's fleeting Diaz vs Daley homie now you taking this beating Gotchu facing the ceiling if you at my table you eating Yo I keep my circle small so it's limited seatin Ain't no room for snakes in the grass it's harvesting season And I'm cuttin out your tongue if you speakin the treason Execution through retribution now you under the mud Your family left homeless yo that's corruption of blood One in the belly Brandon Lee none of these bullets is duds Whole click fulla bitches you a lame and a dub pussy Bow down fuckas it's the untouchable Never sellin out our blood's incorruptible Underground hustlas rhyme driven smugglers If I could travel back in time you'd been smothered