[Intro: Young Cory]
I'm in the Studio gettin' blowd
To the truest shit i ever wrote
Disdain, Rebel, Records
[Verse: Young Cory]
I'm headed to the big money, reminiscing lookin' back
Heard a couple n****'s want beef, well i'm cookin' that
Naked chef, Jamie Oliver twist
Naked juice, Zig-Zags, & a whole lot of kush
Hang it up like you Saddam or i'ma have to go Bush
I let these n****'s know the business and the term of the deal
My enemies i'ma peel, i'm determined to kill
Anyone in my vision once i step on this field
We cool, calm, and collective hurry offense at will
Reaching goals under pressure this a two minute drill
Touchdown!, celebrating, black bottles and pills
Jimmy Choo heels ass and titties is real
Dinner and a movie, the overcoat is Burluti
Lookin' like Kim Fields in the facts of life she my Tootie
When i'm deep inside that pussy
She chant my name like it's Rudy
In no relationship they just women that i'm fuckin' with
It's been seven years i'm living single and loving it but
All i sense is hate from these phonies who claim they homies
They got fat while you starved, they left you hungry and bony
Nothing came overnight i was washing dishes like Tony
Fuck a 360 Deal Universal, Warner and Sony
Word to Doug Morris, Stephen Cooper, Lucian Grainge
Rappers say they got bad bitches, ain't got none of 'em trained?
Better keep her on the leash if she horny or in heat
Cause i'm a dog i'm a beast i'll fuck her on the street, and
You'll be ridin' in her car while my song on repeat
Then you gone wanna go war, but all yo trooper gone retreat
With open arms welcome competition to defeat
The smell of victories in the air
Purely destined, don't doubt or question
What's the reason i'm here
Exterminate if they betray us, don't play treason round here
My faith and my trust in the God the only one that i fear
Screaming to the high heavens, ain't nobody hearing ya
All my rebels strap'd like the soldiers out in Syria
Fuck around and rush a boy, you don't want no conflict
Constantly writing hits i see my bars than convicts, yeah
The system coming for ya life
Judge throwing fast balls, swing and miss boy that's a strike
Tomorrow ain't promised better live it up tonight
Radiant child shinnin' they yellin' you too bright
Sorry i'm oh so luminous ran the street's with some hooligans
Artist as can i tutor them
Droppin' knowledge I'm schoolin' 'em
Live from the lyceum 8 O'Colck PM
Girls in my dm that wanna be down with DM
Disdain Management these other labels vanishin'
They see i'm bigger and better i got 'em panickin'
They looking fresh but ain't making moves they mannequins
How is yo pockets fat too but yo career a statue?
N****'s caught up thinkin' they trappin'
Don't let 'em catch you
Dirty players in the game will set you up and wet chu
Put me in the hall of fame when it's all said and done
I put a couple bitches on, that's mighty courteous Young
I just show my circle love, fuck the envy and greed
They say you reap what you sow well i'ma a plant a new seed
And pray to watch it grow into a beautiful tree
Yes lord, please protect me the devil is at my door
Know that i would never answer
I'm just lookin' through the peep hole
Will not sell my soul and i'm sticking to the G-Code
Streets named me Young auntie call me Corto Rico
Don't make me call vato he a shooter word to chito
This type of flow will make 'em hit me with the RICO
Organized mine this is organized crime
Money before pleasure even if it's from a dime
I built it from the ground from being able to rhyme
I just had to plan it out and let my stars align
