PEDLER & KAINE MAURI - CORONA! (feat. Jay Vain) Lyrics

You don't even know what we got going on
Every f*cking word
Every f*cking bar is made of fire
He's the motherf*cking PEDLER
Let's f*cking go
Yeah, I ain't ever do this rap shit
But it's bout time I started snapping
Got me off the rum, I'm drinking kraken
Spitting flames out my mouth like I'm dragon
F*ck the pigs, time we took action
Coppa wanted beef I caught him lacking
Investigators asking me what happened
Thought he wanted pork so I stabbed him
Rock around with my Ben and jerry flow
Yeah, cos I'm ice cream cold
In my prime when I rhyme so slick
I think it's bout time we get lit
Won't stop till we getting money
Me and Kaine been tight since honey
We run this game no joke
Boy talk big even tho he broke
Too many rappers but there's only 1 Kaine
Shaking up the game like this was 2K
Spending all my money on my music, 3K
I'm the high definition, you can call me 4k coz I'm iller
Wasn't living that Wallace live, no born sinner
Always been a mama's boy, Seymour Skinner
Not talking that comedy, talking prodigy, mama proud of me, now your gonna see another winner
Like chicken dinner, I'll tell you what Im finna do
Lyrically, got a notepad where my brain will be
Fantasy, thinking that I'm there, staying where I be
But I see that I got a long way to go
And what a better way to start it off than with the bro PEDLER
Waiting for the heat, then look at what's ahead of yah
Ground Zero with Corona flow, NEXT LEVEL BALLERS Coming Thru with the SPACESHIP LOCKDOWN bro
Coming back to the game, man I'm rocking with a new flow
Came to spit some fire yeah, but you already knew though
Try to be like me bitch, you f*cking hit a new low
I dunno, kinda sad when all you do is tip toe
Around me you f*cking pussy, think I wouldn't know bro
Yeah no, please try get up on my tempo
Your ass is so basic, man I'll just read you like a tarot
Cancel your ass, and you can call me Ronan Farrow
Corona time ain't had no effect on me
I've been locked from the streets, but I'm rapping on these beats
You just order Uber Eats, homie look at those receipts
Imma dig up all your tweets, yeah I'll show em those receipts
Yeah you don't know what to say, yeah you don't know what to do
Then you're gonna have to pray, that you've only got the flu
At the end of the day, you're at the end of the queue
Always rocking with a few, but I've always got my crew
Yo that's straight fire
Yo we straight spitting mr white
Oh my god