CORTEX lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Polishin' a goddamn sword, you know what I'm sayin'?
Polishin' a sword (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Concrete Family, Concrete Industries, Concrete Boys up
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Always, never down

[Verse 1]
n*ggas is not really killers
I seen 'em shoot up, they treat beef like heroin (Uh, uh)
Everyone wanna be kings
But n*ggas too soft, see, me, I got pharaoh skin
We took the drive, needed Wock' for the low
Had to do us a call in Carrollton (Damn)
My n*ggas quick to reassemble your wig
I nicknamed him Tae 'cause he arrogant (Brrt)
Nut in your b*tch, make her carry my kids
Treat that lil' b*tch like a surrogate (Uh)
Bought a new crib 'cause I needed more space
I call my new sh*t a terabyte (Uh)
Only if n*ggas could see what I saw
Take a walk in my shoes, they'll feel me (God)
Dawg, if the government knew what I knew publicly
Honestly, they'd kill me (Uh)

[Chorus]
n*gga, n*ggas is, p-pus*y, uh (Brr)
We gettin', p-paper, I'm in a, M-Maybach
f*ckin' your, b-b*tch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin' a million, hm, n*ggas can't f*ck with the boys
Pullin' up, new Rolls-Royce
b*tch on moist, feelin' my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
n*ggas too noisy, they can't hang around (Brr)
Keep sh*t simple like JJJJound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Us)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin' like hoarders, hm
[Verse 2]
Ain't nobody gon' check me, hm
Two hunnid thousand, I spend on a neck piece
f*ck my opps, I'm deadly (Opps)
When I die, hope they put on my tombstone
"All I wanted was respect" (Yeah)
Concrete Boy Boat, I ain't no hoe, and that's on my set (Us)
Went from Buddy Pass to the first class
Then we hit them jets (Uh)
Took that F&N with them big bullets, put down T-Rex (Brrt)
This ain't book club, this ain't study session
Can I have some sex? (Uh)
I ain't never pressed, ever, no, baby, there is too many hoes (Yeah)
I ain't never content with my life, I got too many goals (Yuh)
I ain't ever naked in no club, we got too many poles, uh, hm
They don't wanna cop no za, we got too many lows (Mh)
Out in LA with my little brother, we coppin' too many bowls

[Chorus]
n*gga, n*ggas is, p-pus*y, uh (Brr)
We gettin', p-paper, I'm in a, M-Maybach
f*ckin' your, b-b*tch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm
Bettin' a million (Slatt), hm, n*ggas can't f*ck with the boys (Us)
Pullin' up, new Rolls-Royce
b*tch on moist, feelin' my void
Pocket full of blue like boys
n*ggas too noisy, they can't hang around (Damn)
Keep sh*t simple like JJJJound
Need my crown pearl like oysters (Free)
White gold shiny like quarters
Ten thousand shoes, feelin' like hoarders (Us, pus*y)
[Outro]
Us, b*tch
Went crazy
Damn