Blood Home

Blood home what the

Fuck you thought

Omertà be the code

I’ll never talk

Ole hating ass ****

Thought I would never walk

You keep your face card

Good you’ll never fall

Chin up chest out

Fuck **** get stretched

Out

He ain’t keep it

Real he get x out

Now the pussy **** feel left

Out

Hmm

Say the feds couldn’t shake

Me

High max couldn’t break me

I knew them fuck ****

Was faking

I was 23&1 4 phone calls a month

Now it’s sevens in a blunt

For my dogs I got to stunt

My **** ain’t here no more

I did mines behind the door

Fresh out at the designer store

chrome heart from head to toe

Now we going baggie back

And forth from Cali

We duck tape em like alley

And Packing out the Denali

No snitch gang ain’t fucking

With you lames that switch

Don’t need aim

I went hard for this stain

Nawh fr

No what I’m saying

This for all my **** down the road

You ever did time you

Ain’t told on no ****

You kept it solid with

Your brew the whole time

**** you come back

Like a man **** with

No scratches even if they

Scratches they war-wombs

Knife fights fist fights

Catch him lacking at the light

Hit his ass with that pipe

I beat the Rico on Skype

Nawh fr

No cap though

I’m taking bout no cap though

know what I’m saying

Shit like that

Fuck **** don’t want to see me

Throwed off I’m a demon

Chopper hit him he went to screaming

Jay z street dreaming

Me and playa triple beaming

Severing K2 out the cell

Now them Duce heads feening

Ice cream bombs turnt the prison

To the slums

Visit on Thursdays seen

My girl and my mom

My son finna be 11

And I left when he was one

The original mob boss bloody

Soprano I’m the don

Blatt blatt blatt blatt

It’s the mother fucking blood