In The Wall (feat. Bun B)

Cory Mo

Shout out my **** Cory Mo

The Butcher coming ****

Summertime Butch

I don't even, I don't even really like rapping like this

I love this shit

I'm lying

You know this gospel but you **** take it the wrong way

You **** take this shit the wrong way though

Let me see

Yeah

**** ask if we strap

Hoes ask if I rap

Bitch know I'm a dope boy

Stick a dynamite in every pack

Self-made millionaire no cap

But it gotta be a catch

Three felonies and I'm back

Still fighting skeletons from way back

They measuring by my melanin

But it's evident that I'm that

The record bins made it effortless

But my relatives made packs

**** say they getting money, huh?

Then tell them **** pay tax

Believe them when they said he's selling dope

Cuz I know these **** can't rap

And the trap had every ounce for a stack

But they caught me in a act

Came home, send me back on parole

I ain't think I could adapt

Big girl from Houston and that ass so fat

That a rapper sneak diss me over that

But I never send one back

Hold up.

Wait, I'm getting off track

What they finna throw at me

I turned a typical bandy into a silicone valley

I'm getting dough when I'm lying if I say getting broke don't scare me

Cuz the pinnacle when you're dealing dope is retiring with your family

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

Drug money for us all

Need a plug, took a loss

Tell me who I got a call

Famous running from the law

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

Now **** talk like the kingpins

Cuz they make for a good convo

But how many **** really took dope cross-state in the car doe?

Left the hood in a rental car with cocaine and a dirty gun

Hit the cup with 13k worth, came home with 31

Took it right back to the plug

Doubled up then double back

It's a filthy game and a lame **** like you couldn't even juggle that

So you don't want no trouble Jack

Especially not with the king

You don't want to scuffle you not for the swing

So get out the way while I'm doing my thing

Now the first time that me and the butcher linked up, it was low-key

But this time we in beast mode, so **** bout to go OD

Four quarters in the OT

We're gonna leave it all on the field

If we in the jam, we go in the lamb

This shit is too hard to fight on appeal

I'm a rapper that your favorite rapper can't feel cuz he don't like me

We already knew what that **** was when this bitch ass wouldn't fight me

Me and Cory Mo back at it like we trapping out of the bando

If I'm being a Butcher ****, you can't Black Soprano.

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

Drug money for us all

Need a plug, took a loss

Tell me who I got a call

Famous running from the law

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall

They can't tax what's in the wall