CORTEX FREESTYLE (Demo)
[Intro]
Got this beat from Cash, not from YouTube
[Verse 1]
I call my n***a Big Gunna (Why?)
He work in the kitchens
Calling, she want me to fuck her (Why?)
Shit I don't get it
I cannot love her, no, I cannot cuff her (Why?)
Hoes always tripping
Brand new coupe 'bout black as my brother
I'm the best out and there ain't no other (Smooth, hold on, damn)
All my n***as got my back, hold on
N***as know we never lack, hold on
You get hit up with the mac, hold on
I'm not even from the raq
Fuck that, two times boy run it back
My right pocket too fat
N***a talk tough but he putting on an act
All of you n***as is wack
N***a talk tough, get whacked
Know my bitch, whiter than crack
Don’t forget that I be moving tact
N***a act hard, he get capped
I don’t even gotta rap
That monеy always coming quick
Fuck- [?]
[Verse 2]
I don’t even gotta rap
That money always coming quick
I got that .9 on my lap
Now I feel likе Nardo Wick
‘Cause a n***a really be wicked, damn
Everyday ain’ nun different, damn
Big .4 homie gripping, damn
Know he on go to rip it, damn
I go by jviq and I’m tired of n***as who hating
Talking online, n***a thats fine
Meet up in real life you act like you blind
Your money shorther than a fucking vine
My money longer than a fucking wine
I can turn water into fucking wine
Hit your daughters at one time
My money longer like Uzi, damn
And I’m glowin up like Ty (Hm)
Your girl always so moody, damn
Going up on my grind
We be the ones committing the crimes, hold on
Maybe a n***a been lying
I don’t really want no one by my side
In the end it’s my pole and I (Fuck, I fucked up)
Got this beat from Cash, not from YouTube
[Verse 1]
I call my n***a Big Gunna (Why?)
He work in the kitchens
Calling, she want me to fuck her (Why?)
Shit I don't get it
I cannot love her, no, I cannot cuff her (Why?)
Hoes always tripping
Brand new coupe 'bout black as my brother
I'm the best out and there ain't no other (Smooth, hold on, damn)
All my n***as got my back, hold on
N***as know we never lack, hold on
You get hit up with the mac, hold on
I'm not even from the raq
Fuck that, two times boy run it back
My right pocket too fat
N***a talk tough but he putting on an act
All of you n***as is wack
N***a talk tough, get whacked
Know my bitch, whiter than crack
Don’t forget that I be moving tact
N***a act hard, he get capped
I don’t even gotta rap
That monеy always coming quick
Fuck- [?]
[Verse 2]
I don’t even gotta rap
That money always coming quick
I got that .9 on my lap
Now I feel likе Nardo Wick
‘Cause a n***a really be wicked, damn
Everyday ain’ nun different, damn
Big .4 homie gripping, damn
Know he on go to rip it, damn
I go by jviq and I’m tired of n***as who hating
Talking online, n***a thats fine
Meet up in real life you act like you blind
Your money shorther than a fucking vine
My money longer than a fucking wine
I can turn water into fucking wine
Hit your daughters at one time
My money longer like Uzi, damn
And I’m glowin up like Ty (Hm)
Your girl always so moody, damn
Going up on my grind
We be the ones committing the crimes, hold on
Maybe a n***a been lying
I don’t really want no one by my side
In the end it’s my pole and I (Fuck, I fucked up)