Corrode - King Iso, A-Wax

I be thinking everybody 12

Cable man sit out front of the house too long

I get to hiding and shit, plotting escape routes

I can’t make this shit up

Hit me when the pack land

The man chasing Pac Man

Prints all on my trash cans

Going through my trash bags

I wonder who did it, your homies’ll double-cross you like a hashtag

I wanted a million, didn’t think it would come with the haters that matched it

I’ve been on my own, got it alone

With your hand out, what the fuck is you on?

Pretend together, how 'bout we just don’t

For all my sinning, I need to atone

Breaking the code, don’t get split to the bone

I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone

Ain’t no love left from me, hit all the roads

These boys are bitches, no different than hoes

Fuck all that talking, you ain’t gon' do shit

We never partners, and if we were partners

We wouldn’t be talking, you be doing skits

You know I be looking out for my partners

And you know what all of my opposites is

And you know if you don’t score, I ain’t paying

So don’t just pull up there and pop up the crib

Ran up my bag, I ain’t sharing with you

You wouldn’t do the things Aaron would do

You want a lot in return for a little

By smutting my name, you embarrassing who?

Hundreds and fifties, I tear 'em in two

Used to do nothing but stare at the roof

Inside of prison, I used to go fishing for dinner, but only thing I caught was

soup

Ain’t got no sympathy in me or empathy

Shout out my brothers who never would question me

They just know who I am and what it is with me

Ain’t gotta speak when you do through telepathy

I got the recipe, can’t get the best of me

God watching over me, Devil be testing me

Sometimes it’s best to not show any mercy

And sometimes it’s best to forgive and just let it be

Hit me when the pack land

The man chasing Pac Man

Prints all on my trash cans

Going through my trash bags

I wonder who did it, your homies’ll double-cross you like a hashtag

I wanted a million, didn’t think it would come with the haters that matched it

I’ve been on my own, got it alone

With your hand out, what the fuck is you on?

Pretend together, how 'bout we just don’t

For all my sinning, I need to atone

Breaking the code, don’t get split to the bone

I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone

Ain’t no love left from me, hit all the roads

These boys are bitches, no different than hoes

Hoes yeah, yeah

I guess I’ll just run up a rap bag

If it wasn’t for this that’s on bloods I admit that I’d be with the pounds,

fuck a hashtag

Was a dog in the pound, I got laughed at

No bones tossed in the ground, you can have that

Better let that bitch go if you flash that

Paranoid, I draw down on my flashbacks

Ain’t no choice then bitch why would you ask that?

I look like a knife block from them backstabs

Bitch I’m dolo, might rock with no cats, facts

Doo, doo, doo, through your flack homie, catch that?

Got your hand out but ain’t help me grab that

Double crossed over paper like grabs jack

You was sleep on the back, that’s a knapsack

Disappeared then got ghost, fuck a Snapchat

It was funny, Dino got the last laugh

I’m in a lab in the trap blood

You want peace and picket fence and black lab

I ain’t skiing when you see this black mask

Funny how you whip it and catch backlash

Beef, I’ll bring it to your door like DashPass

I ain’t worry 'bout him, where the cash at?

So I hit Wax like the last dab and said-

Hit me when the pack land

The man chasing Pac Man

Prints all on my trash cans

Going through my trash bags

I wonder who did it, your homies’ll double-cross you like a hashtag

I wanted a million, didn’t think it would come with the haters that matched it

I’ve been on my own, got it alone

With your hand out, what the fuck is you on?

Pretend together, how 'bout we just don’t

For all my sinning, I need to atone

Breaking the code, don’t get split to the bone

I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone

Ain’t no love left from me, hit all the roads

These boys are bitches, no different than hoes