Outer Concept - Cortex ft. Danny G D-Box, Indie Thot, J.U.N. & RooRooDaMoonMan (prod. by Danny G D-Box) lyrics

[Verse 1: Danny G] Bonjour b**h The Lord busting doors with a full flip And sippin cold coors with a fourth of that cool sh** Norse panel kickin foolish foes be tappin pimpin sh** But pimpin' ain't trippin just clap them hoes in the bull pit Tools rip the thickness of any artillery Known to harness, bump the hardest beats through the auxiliary Go bar for bar like hard liquor was necessity Challenging muah at his craft is adding pieces to the recipe f** wit ya boy hoe, trust me I'm more than like-able My flow will the leave the hot hoe colder than an icicle Fresh as the freshest, pockets thicker than Precious And my complexion is perfected by the ISH on my flesh b**h Next to the best kid is what I'm aiming to be A rest in peace to my soldiers that's dead and kept from the streets I'm grinding my max out like what the f** is impossible Don't question the concept b**h I'm the cause and I'm plausible Applause for the crew, kicking new sh** for you clueless losers Losing ain't an option accomplishment is what we do And if you ain't down for the hustle then shut up with your rebutle Cause if not then you'll get popped like too much steroid for the muscle Making buzz in your system is the mission for us And if you ain't tryna get f**ed you better plug in your plugs Hahaha motha f**a just don't forget who it was Danny G, D-Box, The D, b**h All the above, done [Verse 2: Indie Thot] Filling in the blanks money filling in the bank Take it to the next level yeah I got what it takes Up the stakes to the states then collect the cake Like it was my birthday not even old enough to drank But still I stay swerving on these beats With that D-Box production no it ain't nothing to f** with Sleeping on me Ima make sure that you tucked in Chasing dreams with the same crew that I run with And living life like a king we just tryna function Middle finger to the law yeah we screaming f** them I'm getting paper like a fax that's a fact Keep my sh** together stay in tact never fade to black So Tell the DJ play it back Don't get it twisted kicking rhymes while I'm laying back So when you hear my name you better say it back No you ain't running sh** go ahead and take a lap I'm not talking sh**, I'm just stating facts Writing words past the margin so retarded yeah Barely starting as an artist but I promise This song will become a cla**ic if you ever get me on it I'm just getting on it I'm honest my sh** is perfect I'm honored to be involved in this game know that i deserve it Just a young n***a with a pad scribbling verses Brought the body bags in the back to put you back in the herses [Verse 3: J.U.N.] Spitting straight bars man out by the ump team Talking bout a kid who was out at sixteen With dreams of blowing up higher than a crack fiend Get the cream its easy pickings when you got a f**ing A team Rapping lyrics that'll leave you turning So it's a natural occurrence when we be spitting out world winds Leave you wide opened like a free throw Pay $250 an hour for that studio we get it free Thats cause we play the game and take names We'll blow up off of one f**ing mixtape So let me switch the flow and speak honestly And come out with something thats been bothering me Writing out bars man I ain't been about this But we're making music for the soul You should listen cause it's common sense Talking bout how sick we are you're speaking on the obvious I just hope to God though that I can make a couple cents The first time that I grabbed that microphone Ever since then, but I haven't slept since Dreams of being big mixed with a sixth sense Mix that with a couple pills, it can get intense And I be doing this until the d**h of me Visions of my d**h keep on haunting me so vividly I just wanna make a couple bills for my family Pray a couple more for their roses and their auntie team [Verse 4: RooRooDaMoonMan] It's Roosevelt on the beat but it had to be alternative Cause they pa**ed me the ball so I'm gonna ball permanent Quit getting hurt b**h & get with the program If she gettin' outta line Ima tell that b**h Roo man So slow dance through the explosion, erosion Out Con on the streets causing commotion Frozen my neck be maybe not currently But Ima get the riches when I'm swimming in that currency Ain't no use in hurrying me cause Ima make it go fast Rolling in the fast lane speeding on your slow a** Call me that pimp Roo or call me what you feel like Cause Ima f** this rap game until the p**y's real tight Got my eyes on the prize & I do it cause I can My only trophy is my people cause I ball for the fam This is the life, Let me live high Let me live once, Let me live twice Lemme live through the struggle So that we can all live all right Keepin' it G'd up to the feet up & I always stay true with it I don't talk about it mutha f**a I do live it And I'm flowing till my lungs drop, until my damn heart dies Till I get that mansion on the moon's darkside Clickin' with the clackin' it's the realest RooRoo mackin' If you f**in with us I'm busting back & attacking Blast it relase the crackin', don't get the slackin' b**h this Outer Concept, we keep the sh** crackin'