Bloodstream Lyrics

Draw, aim, shoot, kill

I ain't got no story, nor a single dollar bill

Mother fuckers tryina shoot me, but they always make a sound

In the end I always hear 'em and they always end down, then they

Beg for mercy, and they beg for grace, but a

Bullet with their name is on a fast-paced race

Going in, going out, make em bleed, like a sprout, till they

Lay on the floor, plain steadily

Next day arrives, pure silence strives, and

Peace seems to fill our avenue, but when

Nightfall comes, this court becomes, the worst

Place to breath as a human being

Stop, shoot, blood, stream

Running down the streets with no one to be seen

Then I walk, to my block, where I click clack Glock, just to

Spit, on the corpse, of my enemies

Draw, aim, shoot, kill

I ain't got no story, nor a single dollar bill

Mother fuckers tryina shoot me, but they always make a sound

In the end I always hear 'em and they always end down, then they

Beg for mercy, and they beg for grace, but a

Bullet with their name is on a fast-paced race

Going in, going out, make em bleed, like a sprout, till they

Lay on the floor, plain steadily

Next day arrives, pure silence strives, and

Peace seems to fill our avenue, but when

Nightfall comes, this court becomes, the worst

Place to breath as a human being

Stop, shoot, blood, stream

Running down the streets with no one to be seen

Then I walk, to my block, where I click clack Glock, just to

Spit, on the corpse, of my enemies