Proper Introduction
My nigga Shai
6 Mile Point Guard
Haha
Talk to these fuckin hams man
You know what it is
Y'all niggas should have been thankful
Y'all hoe ass niggas pay homage around this bitch
You Dig?
Mr. Grams and Scams
You Feel Me?
Feed the streets
From the real niggas to the freaks
Probably hit yo bitch last week
C
O
K
E
Coke
This tape long overdue
Let's get straight to the topics
Used to hit malls to go shoppin
Now the mall is my closet
They ain't believe they was doubting
Until my pockets start piling
This shit deeper than some dollars
Gotta own you some product
Started working Apple sto's
Naw not for apple tho'
The shit was magical
Every nigga a thousand plus in pros
And all you niggas hoes
If we ain't blood then you can't call me bro
I put my pain into words
And left my foot in they throat
Through all the rain and the smoke
Nigga all I seen was coke
Through all the rain and the smoke
Nigga all I seen was coke
Live by the law of the lions
Bitch i salute if you trying
We can't talk
You ain't buying?
Then i'm retaining my silence
Peering through portions of pain
I swear it made me insane
Crazy I stood in the rain
But it was on top of flames
Giving out benefit of doubt my only mistake
I'm concentrating on cake
No way relate to the fake
Winter spring summer fall
You try taking my place
It ain't no brace for the pain
You see the past in my face
You bite the hand that's goin' feed
Then tell me what you goin'eat?
I ain't speak but capesh
When niggas talking to me
These hoes won't leave me alone
They all like stalkers to me
She asked me how I get the cheese?
I told her Thank West V
Can't fake the pain in my eyes
Nor hide the hate in my heart
I been real from the start
All these niggas is frauds
I emerged from the dark
And turned these words into art
I ignore all my scars
I never lied in my bars nigga
COKE
And that's what the fuck it is man
Serving and splurging
Never purpin'
Nothing the God can't handle
We always working
Lame ass niggas
You bite the hand that feed what you goin eat?
Get the bag by any means
Seven Duece on this bitch
What you niggas goin eat?
6 Mile Point Guard
Haha
Talk to these fuckin hams man
You know what it is
Y'all niggas should have been thankful
Y'all hoe ass niggas pay homage around this bitch
You Dig?
Mr. Grams and Scams
You Feel Me?
Feed the streets
From the real niggas to the freaks
Probably hit yo bitch last week
C
O
K
E
Coke
This tape long overdue
Let's get straight to the topics
Used to hit malls to go shoppin
Now the mall is my closet
They ain't believe they was doubting
Until my pockets start piling
This shit deeper than some dollars
Gotta own you some product
Started working Apple sto's
Naw not for apple tho'
The shit was magical
Every nigga a thousand plus in pros
And all you niggas hoes
If we ain't blood then you can't call me bro
I put my pain into words
And left my foot in they throat
Through all the rain and the smoke
Nigga all I seen was coke
Through all the rain and the smoke
Nigga all I seen was coke
Live by the law of the lions
Bitch i salute if you trying
We can't talk
You ain't buying?
Then i'm retaining my silence
Peering through portions of pain
I swear it made me insane
Crazy I stood in the rain
But it was on top of flames
Giving out benefit of doubt my only mistake
I'm concentrating on cake
No way relate to the fake
Winter spring summer fall
You try taking my place
It ain't no brace for the pain
You see the past in my face
You bite the hand that's goin' feed
Then tell me what you goin'eat?
I ain't speak but capesh
When niggas talking to me
These hoes won't leave me alone
They all like stalkers to me
She asked me how I get the cheese?
I told her Thank West V
Can't fake the pain in my eyes
Nor hide the hate in my heart
I been real from the start
All these niggas is frauds
I emerged from the dark
And turned these words into art
I ignore all my scars
I never lied in my bars nigga
COKE
And that's what the fuck it is man
Serving and splurging
Never purpin'
Nothing the God can't handle
We always working
Lame ass niggas
You bite the hand that feed what you goin eat?
Get the bag by any means
Seven Duece on this bitch
What you niggas goin eat?
Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Avery Jordan
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