Corey Baxter ft. Grimm Doza Lyrics

Oooo, ooo, ooo

Yeah, I hope you made it out alive to see another day

Most my verses like a bullet from a Russian K

I got way too much pride to ever rush away

Shit get freaky like 50 shades of the color gray

Tried to paint them as real but it didn't resonate

Got the same hunger that I had on Section 8

Most these niggas undercover but my bed is made

Cut a finger off to save your palm, I use a hand grenade

I been killing niggas ever since I started rapping

Most the niggas say they shooters never caught a basket

Clutch as fuck when a nigga drive but this shit automatic

I got used to permanent scars and when I got them tatted

Remember when my rent was due, I went and bought a ratchet

Miss my granny, lost without you just like Paula Patton

We ain't cut from the same cloth, I use a tougher fabric

Might have got your deal first but niggas never lasted

This shit everlasting, stretch the work out like elastic

Open up a nigga torso so it's closed casket

It didn't work so I move forward and use a different tactic

I be wrestling with work and now I'm good with grappling

Trying to rap the way I live, these niggas reenacting

Clout chasers poke the bear but they get no reaction

My sister Future gon' be great, I feel like Corey Baxter

Shoot the magazine and guns but that's another chapter

Money taller than Jurassic Park, I'm like velociraptors

Feel like all the real left and I got caught in rapture

Been ignoring all her texts, I might just call her after

She came through the front door so I can bend her backwards

Hit the bank to get some racks, this shit like tennis matches

Everything ain't how it seems and I'm not into fashion

Hit a lick with all my bros and then we split the rations

No one makes it out alive and I'll make sure that happens