Lyrics Corrode - King Iso, A-Wax

Corrode

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