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[Verse: Corty B]
Somebody once told me, we all gotta die some time
Does that mean we all are the same
Same brain, same skeletal frame
And only claim to range is the difference in our names
And the tips of our fingers, weed smoke lingers
I ain't been smoking but friends blowing reefer
Guess they got me high off of contact
And if I take a puff I won't come back
Like a 4th quarter drive and you down by 7
Hope you don't throw 'em an interception
You fold under pressure, me too
Never living up to expectations, so we lose
We move, back of the bus is where all sit
So tell me what Rosa was fighting for
We killing each other like every single day now
So tell me what soldiers are dying for
This just in, the Chi is worst in America now
Taking walks get scarier now
You on the wrong block, they'll bury ya now
From the lead in ya, tellin' ya beware of the crowd
And they telling me beware of the crown 'cuz it bring hate
That bring snakes, who just want a piece of B's cake
But I ain't sharing shit unless you FlightCrew
With a mic dude, spitting more lines than bibles
And that's the type of shit that make 'em wanna fight you
They don't like you now you fighting for survival
Cuz everybody got a gun these days
He sprays, she sprays
Ok, hell on earth and we do it to ourselves...
No reason to blame god
If he tryna bless a nation and you too busy killing niggas
You the reason we gone starve
It's a Dog Eat Dog and you looking like a feline
Please mind, it's Corty B time
It's Corty B and believe that I kill tricks
And every once in a while, I bring the real back...
Somebody once told me, we all gotta die some time
Does that mean we all are the same
Same brain, same skeletal frame
And only claim to range is the difference in our names
And the tips of our fingers, weed smoke lingers
I ain't been smoking but friends blowing reefer
Guess they got me high off of contact
And if I take a puff I won't come back
Like a 4th quarter drive and you down by 7
Hope you don't throw 'em an interception
You fold under pressure, me too
Never living up to expectations, so we lose
We move, back of the bus is where all sit
So tell me what Rosa was fighting for
We killing each other like every single day now
So tell me what soldiers are dying for
This just in, the Chi is worst in America now
Taking walks get scarier now
You on the wrong block, they'll bury ya now
From the lead in ya, tellin' ya beware of the crowd
And they telling me beware of the crown 'cuz it bring hate
That bring snakes, who just want a piece of B's cake
But I ain't sharing shit unless you FlightCrew
With a mic dude, spitting more lines than bibles
And that's the type of shit that make 'em wanna fight you
They don't like you now you fighting for survival
Cuz everybody got a gun these days
He sprays, she sprays
Ok, hell on earth and we do it to ourselves...
No reason to blame god
If he tryna bless a nation and you too busy killing niggas
You the reason we gone starve
It's a Dog Eat Dog and you looking like a feline
Please mind, it's Corty B time
It's Corty B and believe that I kill tricks
And every once in a while, I bring the real back...
Peace
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