"In The Wall" lyrics

Cory Mo
Shout out my nigga Cory Mo
The Butcher comin', nigga
Summertime Butch

I don't even... I don't even really like rapping like this
I love this shit
I'm lying
You know this gospel, but you niggas take it the wrong way
You niggas take this shit the wrong way though
Let me see
Yeah

Nigga ask if we strap
Hoes ask if I rap
Bitch know I'm a dope boy
Stick of dynamite in every pack

Self-made millionaire, no cap
But it gotta be a catch
Three felonies and I'm back
Still fighting skeletons from way back

They measuring by my melanin
But it's evident that I'm that
The record bins made it effortless
But my relatives made packs

Niggas say they getting money, huh?
Then tell them niggas pay tax
Believe them when they said he's selling dope
Cause I know these niggas can't rap

And the trap had every ounce for a stack
But they caught me in the act
Came home, sent me back on parole
I ain't think I could adapt

Big girl from Houston and that ass so fat
That a rapper sneak-dissed me over that
But I never sent one back

Hold up, wait, I'm getting off track
What they finna throw at me?
I turned a typical bandy into a Silicon Valley

I'm getting dough, and I'm lying if I say getting broke don't scare me
Cause the pinnacle when you dealing dope
Is retiring with your family

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall

Drug money for us all
Need a plug, took a loss
Tell me who I gotta call
Famous, running from the law

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall

Now niggas talk like they kingpins
Cause it make for a good convo
But how many niggas really took dope
Cross-state in the car doe?

Left the hood in a rental car
With cocaine and a dirty gun
Hit the cup with 13K worth
Came home with 31

Took it right back to the plug
Doubled up, then double back
It's a filthy game
And a lame nigga like you couldn't even juggle that

So you don't want no trouble, Jack
Especially not with the king
You don't want to scuffle, you not for the swing
So get out the way while I'm doing my thing

Now the first time that me and The Butcher linked up
It was low-key
But this time we in beast mode
So nigga 'bout to go OD

Four quarters in the OT
We gonna leave it all on the field
If we in a jam, we go in the Lam'
This shit too hard to fight on appeal

I'm a rapper that your favorite rapper can't feel
Cause he don't like me
We already knew what that nigga was
When his bitch-ass wouldn't fight me

Me and Cory Mo back at it
Like we trapping out the bando
If I'm being a Butcher
Nigga, you can't Black Soprano

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall

Drug money for us all
Need a plug, took a loss
Tell me who I gotta call
Famous, running from the law

Drug money for us all, they can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall
They can't tax what's in the wall