Pasos Winnin' - Corrupted Lyrics

My mind corrupted wit violence
Blood on my hand's mama's cryin'
Real hitta's don't talk they just do It move In silence
You can't say you a shooter yeen never shot nobody
You can't say you havin' money you gettin' bag's yeen got It witchu
Cause It's up and It's stuck If they ever catch yo ass slippin'
Code one to street's never snitch code two keep a banger
Code three get you some money by any mean's
My mind corrupted wit violence
First off nigga know Im plugged In the wall socket
Yea I got access to every drug
They gettin' high tryna balance It all out
She done put It on you put you to sleep gave me the drop
Yea Im reason them hitta's them had made yo heart drop
What they seen and got nah that ain't enough
They outchea robbin' aimin' to kill takin' life's
Just to get they hand's on riche's the root to all evil
My mind corrupted wit violence Im so used to murder It ain't funny
So used to hearin' them 30's Them hunnit round clip's
So used to seein' funeral's Packed like the club
My mind corrupted wit violence Im so used to murder It ain't funny
So used to hearin' them 30's Them hunnit round clip's
So used to seein' funeral's Packed like the club
Real hitta's don't talk they just do It move In silence
You can't say you a shooter yeen never shot nobody
You can't say you havin' money you gettin' bag's yeen got It witchu
Cause It's up and It's stuck If they ever catch yo ass slippin'
Code one to street's never snitch code two keep a banger
Code three get you some money by any mean's
My mind corrupted wit violence
It's a blood ritual they lettin' them gun's rang
Then you hear siren's damn another homicide
My mind corrupted wit all this violence
But Ima get It by any mean's If that mean lay you down
Ima order a few and Ima take down
You playin' wit yo life how you trap without a strap?
Guess you just gone give It up like that?
How you securin' the bag but you don't carry tool's?
He got caught slippin' they can't pick him up
His face on the t-shirt his face on the new's
Paid for the hit they left him lifeless
Left him In blood couldn't Identify him
He got caught slippin' they can't pick him up
His face on the t-shirt his face on the new's
Paid for the hit they left him lifeless
Left him In blood couldn't Identify him
Real hitta's don't talk they just do It move In silence
You can't say you a shooter yeen never shot nobody
You can't say you havin' money you gettin' bag's yeen got It witchu
Cause It's up and It's stuck If they ever catch yo ass slippin'
Code one to street's never snitch code two keep a banger
Code three get you some money by any mean's
My mind corrupted wit violence