Corvin Raps - Other Side Lyrics

Brand new '24 Maybach and it is side by side with rolls
Green all over my damn body I'm up top call me Nick Foles
Hate will always fuel my body but for now they aren't fools
'Fore I pull up with the mac and show off some of my new tools(brrr)
Got some tools like I'm a plumber ask my girl I lay some wood
Right now chilling with this music should lock in though maybe should
Wayne will always be my inspo want to be like him the goat(tune)
I'm treading water I'm maintaining so at the end I will float (float)

I am on a different tier
Got a chauffeur I don't steer
Gold on neck it look like uh
Gold on neck it look like beer
You know that ima keep going because I D G A F
Call my haters Hellen Keller because all of them are deaf
Say my lyrics are meaningless and I need to pronounce words
But they shit on my name I shit on beats it's a bunch of turds(shit)
We back pt4 is on IHeart I just shrugged and brushed it off
Cus my flow is straight disgusting it makes everyone just barf(ehhhh)
Underestimate and undershoot I got a parachute
I am way too high up in the sky if I drop collect loot(top)
She just keep on sucking my wood so I changed her name to groot
And she knows that I make music she gon' blow me like a flute (woo woo woo)
You know who the f*ck I am and I am coming for some vengeance
We are in two different brackets I stay stacking Benjamin's
Everything about my life is simply super fly so I glide
Complete opposite for haters hate the f*cking other side

You tell me switch it up click refresh(refresh)
Eat the competition it's so fresh(so fresh)
Usually I rap usually I wrap em up
And they all say the same until I f*ck em up
They all know my name but I know the game
You calling me a pussy you're right cus I'm not tame
Way way back said I am a lion (rrrr)
You reach for my 3 chains then you're outta line
Love the competition hate the opposition
Test what I am made of I call it composition
You told me to quit it that's not a proposition
I glide on beats no quidditch up top that's my position
Run through beats like Usain Bolt
Song after song I refuse to hault (won't do it)
Keep hating but I won't crack and slip up San Andreas fault(fault)

I hop in my coupe and then I skrt off
I f*ck in the coupe she got he skirt off
I'm boutta blow up but I am not a terrorist
Money in pockets too much they can't handle it
Money in pockets it look like a cyst
I right hook a beat all it sees is my fist
Rolex submariner sit on my wrist
Killing these beats I should go make a list
Making a list but that list is too long
I just added three and it was from this song
Don't care what you say I know that I'm not wrong
You coming to me expecting the smoke but then I come back with a f*cking bong(smoke)
Flexing and flexing it is a lifestyle
I got too much green I am a crocodile
She making me hard while I am driving I call it hard drive pdf file

Put a wraith on my wrist 300 on my watch
You know I got the heat like my name is Chris bosh(hot)
Suicide doors make haters wanna commit suicide (skrt)
Hearing me kill these beats get charged for homicide(brrr bow)
I can write lyrics I can freestyle
I put in so much time hope my efforts worthwhile
Everyone around me will be on my side
And if you are not then stay on other side (gone)