Beast Coast feat. Joey Bada$$, Flatbush Zombies, Kirk Knight, Nyck Caution, Issa Gold & Powers Pleasant -
Escape From New York
Coast/Clear (feat. Kirk Knight, Nyck Caution & Issa Gold)
Got the beat by Powers
And we just made a banger
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gang with me in this bitch, ain't no fear, woah (No fear)
Push me to the edge and bitch I won't spare none
Get shot down (Shot), beat ya block down (Block)
Said I'm riding round the city with my top down
Gang 'round me like a forcefield
We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth meal
Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork still
Ballin' now, lil' bitch, I must be on my fourth mill', yeah
I'm just living life like I'm supposed to, yeah
First class, sipping on mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah
When you making bread, you need a toaster, yeah
I just fucked your girl, I should've posted it
Text me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out, Jordan on the open lane
Thug it out, .40 with the scope and beam
Don't make me have to leave it smoking, yeah
Dead, soaking red
Paranoia, don't get close to me
I don't even trust the niggas close to me
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air
You know that I want it, baby, bring that pussy here
Hop out, you can smell it in the air
Touch down, every city coast clear
Flatbush nigga, trap, trap out on Nostrand, yeah
Relatively, catch me where I'm posted, yeah
Fuck from 'round me if you 'bout that ho shit
My lil' baby jumping like a ocean, yeah
Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke
We been busting rubber bands, lighters up at the shows
Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos
Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my strap
Niggas stepping up to Joey, he don't even gotta scrap
Pow P, that's my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, y'all my niggas 'til the death, that's on my back
Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes
They gon' try to cop out, fuck it, I'm a pyro
Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear
Zombies, UA with me, and the Pros here, yeah
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
And we just made a banger
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gang with me in this bitch, ain't no fear, woah (No fear)
Push me to the edge and bitch I won't spare none
Get shot down (Shot), beat ya block down (Block)
Said I'm riding round the city with my top down
Gang 'round me like a forcefield
We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth meal
Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork still
Ballin' now, lil' bitch, I must be on my fourth mill', yeah
I'm just living life like I'm supposed to, yeah
First class, sipping on mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah
When you making bread, you need a toaster, yeah
I just fucked your girl, I should've posted it
Text me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out, Jordan on the open lane
Thug it out, .40 with the scope and beam
Don't make me have to leave it smoking, yeah
Dead, soaking red
Paranoia, don't get close to me
I don't even trust the niggas close to me
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air
You know that I want it, baby, bring that pussy here
Hop out, you can smell it in the air
Touch down, every city coast clear
Flatbush nigga, trap, trap out on Nostrand, yeah
Relatively, catch me where I'm posted, yeah
Fuck from 'round me if you 'bout that ho shit
My lil' baby jumping like a ocean, yeah
Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke
We been busting rubber bands, lighters up at the shows
Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos
Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my strap
Niggas stepping up to Joey, he don't even gotta scrap
Pow P, that's my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, y'all my niggas 'til the death, that's on my back
Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes
They gon' try to cop out, fuck it, I'm a pyro
Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear
Zombies, UA with me, and the Pros here, yeah
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thugging from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Credits
Writer(s): Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis, Jo-vaughn Virginie, Kirlan Labarrie, Powers Pleasant, Nyck Caution, Marlon Fung
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- Distance (feat. Issa Gold & Erick The Architect)
- Bones (feat. The Underachievers, Nyck Caution & Kirk Knight)
- Puke (feat. Nyck Caution, Erick The Architect, Meechy Darko & AKTHESAVIOR)
- Desperado (feat. Meechy Darko, Zombie Juice & Kirk Knight)
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