Selah The Corner - Côte D'Ivoire lyrics

[Verse 1 - Rigz] I'm hard like stone and cold like Steve Austin The beat awesome you's a mark I'm the marksman Bars in my drawers this large hit any target A hundred yards off while it's moving and dodging Lord I'm still viewing the coffins Of orphans I walk past everyday when I'm talking The gospel in these songs I never come off the porch with Cause they say nobody cares till you endorse it They say since fame Lecrae changed I say when you grow your lane change But they sayin' he became the same thing he played When he made his name off of saying unashamed Bruce Wayne Seen darker nights then Batman Running from the ghost tryna eat like Pacman Jesus the whole world needs us mold us Kneed us up on high they need visas to see us I got anonymous threats Nah this ain't a punchline I really got threats I replied with a smiley and I gave my address Like please don't have me wait or I'm inviting myself Cause I ain't with it and when it comes to lyrics Yes I am the ill-est so much I am the sickest and my wife cried On my bedside all the while getting visits From the fans with some get well cards and best wishes I spit it like survival of the fittest I got verbs adverbs prepositions Nouns for any person place or thing tryna get it Cause I got metaphors meta-fives meta-sixes I ain't in my right mind cause I'm in the left That's why I write with a right eye just wait for the right time Christ in a man let His light shine So bright you only see my shadow at nighttime [Verse 2 - Selah The Corner] Real lit Light higher homie and the fire still lit Everybody run for cover when the real spit And grown man bars what they gotta deal with I've been in this game for years it made me a carnivore Nah it's kinda making me vomit more What I'm seeing on computer screen monitors All of these Lionel Rich no Commodores Just tellin' you the bare truth Not really yo somebody gotta bare truth Cause they ain't tryna multiply when they bare fruit They be multiplying by they self no square roots They probably got square roots They be choking out the life like a bad weed Why you gossiping tryna plant bad seed We be tryna k** the track like a bad weave Real spit My day one dudes who the Corner still with And they be talkin' 'bout another city real quick But how you claim a hood you ain't ever build with I'm a citizen of Y.O. BX Gunner rap Brooklyn vet shaolin having none of that Bump Christ down town where they move the hundred packs Still stand behind QB like a running back Gotta do better man I hear brethren talking 'bout who better than Still a rookie but I'm moving like a veteran 2016 like I'm two years ahead of them oh Lord Gotta fix this Cause gettin' money only thing that's on they wishlist And Lord they be throwing bullets to the fullest until I return Water intercept like a pick six Lot of rappers just wanna dance and have fun in the place My target audience can't dance cause the gun on they waist I got fam across seas that got hung for the faith How many y'all will scream Christ with a gun in your face Huh Don't put me on your grid no more It's cool you ain't gotta play me for your kids no more But I'm a rep for King in the ring and shake up this rap Pop homie till it don't fizz no more