L1NEX
Russian Federation
Yo Corey was a hustler
You front, he bust you down like blunts
Stacks of dough, all a ni**a wants
Plus с**ts for the crew, mad w**d residue
Word around the block, Corey's alive, good news
He learned the street rules from cats bubbling white stuff in vats
Tit-for-tat he even knew how to rap
Yo figure that
Cap peeler, not a squealer
One night he got drunk off a poor Mason mixed with Tequila
Messed up his head, had thoughts of seeing angels
Different aberrations appearing from all angles
In ten seconds, the world went by
Tomorrow his girl would cry
Tonight's tears are from his eyes
Everybody knows the tale
Local hero slain, slaughterer up in jail
For real, Corey is a correlation
Of all them soldiers who went away on permanent vacation
That caused facing death, no room for error
The angels was really hoods in dark leathers
Core was clever, he tried to escape
But his past was detrimental, what sealed his fate
Shots were heard in the BK
Brothers give no leeway, strictly gunplay was on today
He went down in the hell of blazing fire
Bullets, too numerous, cops couldn't count the amount acquired
Now the men that just done that deed
Fleed the scene in a getaway car, got away clean
Dreams that he had for him and his fam
Are now reduced from real things to funeral plans
I am one who walks in the deep
Sent to chronicle the chapters of Corey's on the ghetto streets
When I look back, Corey was cool
Reflecting on the things that my man had to do
So who knows who that brother C could've been
A world champion in the eyes of his friends
Depend on how brothers interpret the story
Whatever you do, don't be another Corey

You got to live in this life man
Take it from me that living foul ain't the right plan
When I examine everything for so long
It's so hard to hold on
Don't fall, hold on
You got to live in this life man
Take it from me that living foul ain't the right plan
When I examine everything for so long
It's so hard to hold on
Don't fall, hold on
Yo Corey was a hustler
You front, he bust you down like blunts
Stacks of dough, all a ni**a wants
Plus с**ts for the crew, mad w**d residue
Word around the block, Corey's alive, good news
He learned the street rules from cats bubbling white stuff in vats
Tit-for-tat he even knew how to rap
Yo figure that
Cap peeler, not a squealer
One night he got drunk off a poor Mason mixed with Tequila
Messed up his head, had thoughts of seeing angels
Different aberrations appearing from all angles
In ten seconds, the world went by
Tomorrow his girl would cry
Tonight's tears are from his eyes
Everybody knows the tale
Local hero slain, slaughterer up in jail
For real, Corey is a correlation
Of all them soldiers who went away on permanent vacation
That caused facing death, no room for error
The angels was really hoods in dark leathers
Core was clever, he tried to escape
But his past was detrimental, what sealed his fate
Shots were heard in the BK
Brothers give no leeway, strictly gunplay was on today
He went down in the hell of blazing fire
Bullets, too numerous, cops couldn't count the amount acquired
Now the men that just done that deed
Fleed the scene in a getaway car, got away clean
Dreams that he had for him and his fam
Are now reduced from real things to funeral plans
I am one who walks in the deep
Sent to chronicle the chapters of Corey's on the ghetto streets
When I look back, Corey was cool
Reflecting on the things that my man had to do
So who knows who that brother C could've been
A world champion in the eyes of his friends
Depend on how brothers interpret the story
Whatever you do, don't be another Corey

You got to live in this life man
Take it from me that living foul ain't the right plan
When I examine everything for so long
It's so hard to hold on
Don't fall, hold on
You got to live in this life man
Take it from me that living foul ain't the right plan
When I examine everything for so long
It's so hard to hold on
Don't fall, hold on