Verse 1:
You call her main but I call her my side
We ain’t on the same level so please just step aside
And I heard your nigga tryna fight
He won’t make it out alive with aliva on my side 
(Ye)
Who you tryna bee nigga get into your hive?
Knocking on your door yea we got him by suprise 
Run up on your homies too we ain’t scared to slide
Ak47 niggas running for their lives

Verse 2:
And you know it’s winter on my wrist 
And I head she love it so I bought one for your bitch 
I heard she was yours why she tryna give me lip?
Gotta buy some rattex I’m allergic to a snitch
Niggas want some liquor I just wanna hit a liq
You can’t name an object that is bigger than my dick 
It’s all fun and games until I pull up with a stick
I ain’t talking tree, talking shit that get you hit

Verse 3:
Pull the trigger
You sent me a picture of a bullet pull the trigger
Do it on my head let’s see who’s the pussy nigga
She said I’m getting cocky no my cock is getting bigger 
Lit
Admit it, I’m lit 
I can’t hang all alone cause I’m allergic to a bitch
Shoot him with a blick 
I tick niggas off my list 
If I hear another word from you then you’re losing your lip

Verse 4:
No, please leave me alone 
Please leave me alone I wanna be on my own 
If he talk again 16 bullets to his dome 
I can’t trust no niggas and especially no hoe
Me against me all these niggas is my clones 
Sitting on my seat, nigga heating up my throne
Why chronic so lit?, niggas really wanna know?
You can’t imitate this man this shit is in my bones

Verse 5:
21 days I’m gone
I ain’t suicidal, I just got the Omnicron 
Wack and overrated you a modern day LeBron 
I broke up with her but she still twerking to my songs
And I’m witch you’re girl I make her Neil like Armstrong 
He tryna be me damn that nigga is a fraud 
I get goodnight titties that’s typa shit I’m on 
You stalk all my bitches that’s the typa shit you on

Cortex 2 (rough draft/unmastered)

$irChronic (archives)