Lyrics: Kory Pierre
Music: Kory Pierre
I haven’t cut a record in a minute
Thinking I been in too up in my feelings
But ya better be believing
When he come out come swinging
Gotta few rhymes few reasons
I ain’t going no where nope hell nah
Tryna be a new age smooth rock star
Climbing up the ladder yep Im running to the top
But it wasn’t a discussion got the game on lock
The music game is crazy
Ain’t for everyone baby
Everybody tryna to make it
Cutthroat. machete
I can’t explain all the
Headaches
Of a creative
And critic
Art sci-fi
Fictions
On my chronicle
Of Riddick
Diesel
Keeping is regal
We are not equals
I don’t think you make
To the sequel
People
Tryna to explain myself
That the music shit tied
To my mental health
Keep it cooking
Rachel Ray
New rhymes
Everyday
New track
On replay
On my way
To the bank
Give a **** about
What they say
Im’a stay out here doing me
Three one five made
Five one eight hey
Like I said it ain’t up for
Discussion
Wouldn’t **** around
You’ll deal with the
Repercussions
Spit a bang sixteen
A fire delivery
Charge a pretty penny
Cause I ****ed up the thing
I haven’t cut a record in a minute
Thinking I been in too up in my feelings
But ya better be believing
When he come out come swinging
Gotta few rhymes few reasons
I ain’t going no where nope hell nah
Tryna be a new age smooth rock star
Climbing up the ladder yep Im running to the top
But it wasn’t a discussion got the game on lock
Interesting dilemma
Lemme tell ya
People do
Get do jealous
Seen em when they meddle
Couple fellas
Then you wish you well
And everybody sensitive
A couple folks are talented
Less you been the room
I promise you don’t know the half of it
And everybody wanna be the boss
But don’t wanna pay costs. That’s the type of the shit that really piss me off
Thats the ****ing shit that
Really piss me off
Shit that let me know
That you never had the sauce mother ****er
I could give a d***
I put it all on the track
Half the industry is greedy
Other half ****ing quacks
I ain’t givin’ shit to needy rappers
Aint holding back
Kory Alexander
I Put myself on a map
And I hope you know
I don’t do it for money or fame
The are consequences
Of going and living the dream
A couple others
I promise that I’ll be okay
But I also promise yo mama
Is gon’ know my name (SING IT)
I haven’t cut a record in a minute
Thinking I been in too up in my feelings
But ya better be believing
When he come out come swinging
Gotta few rhymes few reasons
I ain’t going no where nope hell nah
Tryna be a new age smooth rock star
Climbing up the ladder yep Im running to the top
But it wasn’t a discussion got the game on lock