cor one of a kind, type to study dudes,
I guess your engine blew.. cause the hood don't fuck with you//
you gassed up.. like helium inside balloons,
ski masked up.. just me with my platoon//
I rock dolo, you should know tho, I got goons,
don't need any cardboard to box you//
I got to, treat you like my trees and ox you,
cause your boy cor smoke more weed than lox do//
I'm like your pops, only difference is my outlook,
X marks the spot, when I close out the box, get your mouse-took//
.. you get no cheese, I flow like the breeze in the tropics,
I'm O.G, but you probably know me to cop it//
I'm so raw.. you'd try tabs of salt when you rock it,
tracks dug into the floor in a moshpit//
I'm so underground, but I get hiyer than cockpits,
and drop scripts like writers reaching into their pockets//
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