Korruption lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I’m praying that my soul
Will one day make it up to heaven
I ain’t never feared death
So they called me FortySeven
I done seen some stranger things
So I kept a Mac eleven
Get to stepping
Cause my mind
Is like a hidden lethal weapon
I ain’t scared of a pus*y ass n*gga
You a broke boy
Hit you with the hollow point
It’s going through ya chest boy
b*tch I’m out here playing chess
While you was playing checkers
From the 803 Northeast
Coming off of decker
All you ladiеs waste my time
I’m throwing out an E for effort
Thеse b*tches playing cards
Yeah, Worst pus*y ever
I can get her wet as calamari Off the top
Feeling Like a Swanton
n*ggas wanna fight
One on one
I don’t want none
She thick as f*ck
I hit her up like baby is you down to f*ck?
She like to suck
She tried to trap a n*gga
But I know what’s up
I’m bending harder than a f*cking elbow
The thing with me
I get attached
Fast as Velcro
You are my enemy
End you on this little beat
I cannot trust a soul
Because Illuminati hunting me
You just a frienemy
Eyes of a lost soul
We’re stuck in hell
The government is just a blindfold
Yeah I know the cheat codes
I wonder if I snapped on this song
I got a fetish for the money
Flip like switches was on
I’m trynna get the f*cking bread
Like the mustard was on
These n*ggas think I’m stupid
Wait
What the f*ck is he on?
You’re gonna love when I’m gone
I pray the lord Will have my soul to keep
Cause I done made enough money
For me, myself and for my team to eat
Kill me now
So I can go to sleep
Capped up
Like Kung Lao
These n*ggas my enemies
Pistol tucked
Shoot a pus*y n*gga In his underarm
b*tch I’m armed And dangerous
Like the killas they did sequels on
Yeah, I’m kicking harder like my cleats were on
Stuck in rap n*ggas Shadows
Wouldn’t Blow up
Like the TNT is gone
A n*gga facing me?
I haven’t seen em’
I can beat ya like I’m John Cena
Or like Ike and Tina
I can Cut ya ass like a mullet
Or I Flip you like I’m Mullen
I done paid too much for this gun
He gotta catch a bullet
He catching bullets Like he Odell
n*ggas Out here putting rings on fingers
Like touching doorbells
If we ain’t Linking(Lincoln)
Call me Abraham
And since we talking politics
Don’t put your trust into this Uncle Sam