CorTex Lyrics

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