CorTex
You motherfuckers gon' stop playin' with me
Cause when you play with me, you play with a master
And masters walk alone towards the beach at sunrise
My eyes strike fear in the hearts of men from east coast to west coast to south coast
And I would say the north, but they ain't got no motherfuckin' coast
It's just mo' land
I've been practicin' daily, workin' on new moves such as the Hardouken
And my super move, the light-skinned panther
Really have peace with myself
Ain't got nothin' to prove
Raise your kids to royalty
It's the golden rule
Take care of your bills and your bitch
And keep your head cool
Domo just sent me this beat
I know this shit smooth
Somebody give nine on the line
Load up the pro tools
My wifey too
Hit for these hoes
Dips in chill pools
Old school nigga
Movin' off respect
Cut a check
Small flex
Mo' wet
Pairin' with the Percocets
What's next
I'm James Dane
And the whip is clean
Moonwalkin' like I'm Billie Jean
Took the Krispy Kreme
Hit it with the yammy
Fiends take the shoulder lean
My squad bring territory to this rap
They probably capable to punish me
Yeah, yeah
Live life to the fullest
You never know when your name on the bullet Packing heat
I suggest that you pull it
I would hesitate to set the record straight
Let me roll a eight
Uh-huh
And probably just levitate
When you prosper, your friends fall off the Roster
Me and Lew really movin' like some mobsters
In eighth grade
I whip them pots like a slave
I'm Taylor made
Tell me who what this fade
Quick jab
Left hook
I did 116s without a notebook
I really lived it
Yo shook
One wink at your broad, then your hoe took
The money that I blew is the money you never knew
My crew currently is on that cold blue
Mean it
We cold as ice and my flow is nice
I got a snow bunny with a bob
You can have if the price is right
How the fuck is you seein', Mike
They gave me life at 15
I'm home now
This my afterlife
I paid the price
Plus, I paid the Dues
In them hot prison cells where niggas broke them rules
Hold on
Talk 'em
Stories men never tell
When they come home from jail
While some older nigga probably took his tail
Oh well
I'm safe and the Allah protected
Check my record
I moved with a different essence
Why you think all the OGs love me
I know for standin' tall, they ain't gettin' some Money
All them hard nights and I would.
Man, just leave it
Cause when you play with me, you play with a master
And masters walk alone towards the beach at sunrise
My eyes strike fear in the hearts of men from east coast to west coast to south coast
And I would say the north, but they ain't got no motherfuckin' coast
It's just mo' land
I've been practicin' daily, workin' on new moves such as the Hardouken
And my super move, the light-skinned panther
Really have peace with myself
Ain't got nothin' to prove
Raise your kids to royalty
It's the golden rule
Take care of your bills and your bitch
And keep your head cool
Domo just sent me this beat
I know this shit smooth
Somebody give nine on the line
Load up the pro tools
My wifey too
Hit for these hoes
Dips in chill pools
Old school nigga
Movin' off respect
Cut a check
Small flex
Mo' wet
Pairin' with the Percocets
What's next
I'm James Dane
And the whip is clean
Moonwalkin' like I'm Billie Jean
Took the Krispy Kreme
Hit it with the yammy
Fiends take the shoulder lean
My squad bring territory to this rap
They probably capable to punish me
Yeah, yeah
Live life to the fullest
You never know when your name on the bullet Packing heat
I suggest that you pull it
I would hesitate to set the record straight
Let me roll a eight
Uh-huh
And probably just levitate
When you prosper, your friends fall off the Roster
Me and Lew really movin' like some mobsters
In eighth grade
I whip them pots like a slave
I'm Taylor made
Tell me who what this fade
Quick jab
Left hook
I did 116s without a notebook
I really lived it
Yo shook
One wink at your broad, then your hoe took
The money that I blew is the money you never knew
My crew currently is on that cold blue
Mean it
We cold as ice and my flow is nice
I got a snow bunny with a bob
You can have if the price is right
How the fuck is you seein', Mike
They gave me life at 15
I'm home now
This my afterlife
I paid the price
Plus, I paid the Dues
In them hot prison cells where niggas broke them rules
Hold on
Talk 'em
Stories men never tell
When they come home from jail
While some older nigga probably took his tail
Oh well
I'm safe and the Allah protected
Check my record
I moved with a different essence
Why you think all the OGs love me
I know for standin' tall, they ain't gettin' some Money
All them hard nights and I would.
Man, just leave it
Credits
Writer(s): Mikail Malik
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