Coke
Cocaine
That's my motherfucking name
Fuck a bitch unless she giving me brain
A pocket full of change
I came to tame the game
My accuracy aim
Bang fortune and fame
Same game different lane
I make it rain with pain
I check you check your crew
Check your moves then bang
I take your jews take your shoes
I'm taking everything
I never loose unless I choose
I abuse the game
I live the low life
Still able so I'm fucking ya wife
Late night
Thugging and clubbing in the spot light
Talk right
Rubbing and fucking in the day light
Motel hotel holiday Inn
If that bitch don't come I'm fucking her friends
Ten gallons of gin
Coke and Mary Jane blend
Getting high as a motherfucker soon as I step in
Butt naked
Legs open you know I gotta take it
Back breaking
Booty shaking she trying to make a baby
Master bastion
I ain't hating fully participating
I stand still
That gun will get your man killed
That's how it is
When you live your life inside a battlefield
No time to chill
Weapon concealed now watch the blood spill
We keep it real
And if you faking it's a done deal
Pop and peel
It ain't no shame in my game
No crips and blood the only thing that I bring
Is the pistols and drugs
A bunch of bitches and thugs
Who's quick to split ya mug
Take a walk in my shoes
I don't got nothing loose
Still pick and I choose
Do what the fuck I want too
I got love for my Ken Folks
I draw blood and cut throats
Got a price on my head
Like fuck money I been broke
Too nice for the feds
Like fuck drugs I been Dope
Little niggas rolling up like what
But I been smoked I been coked
I been seen shit
You never seen before
Assassin so some of that shit
Your ass will never know
Ski masking no question asking
When out blasting
Paper stacking from jacking
Women jocking I'm macking
I'm not slacking on nothing
In G Vegas we make it happen
Call Dread and get it trapping
We flip it double or nothing
Watch Big Country get it strapping
Like a holster
Packing taking the game over
JD in the back seat
Packing the same heat
We bobbing the same beat
Wanna live so we gotta eat
Being brought up in the streets
We facing reality criminology became a G
I never leave the streets because the streets will remember me
Infinite with my energy
Sticking it to my enemy
Claiming to be offending me niggas must be shitting me
Network connections
Lisa pushing the Lexus
Dicky pushing the Benz that's reflecting my necklace
That's my motherfucking name
Fuck a bitch unless she giving me brain
A pocket full of change
I came to tame the game
My accuracy aim
Bang fortune and fame
Same game different lane
I make it rain with pain
I check you check your crew
Check your moves then bang
I take your jews take your shoes
I'm taking everything
I never loose unless I choose
I abuse the game
I live the low life
Still able so I'm fucking ya wife
Late night
Thugging and clubbing in the spot light
Talk right
Rubbing and fucking in the day light
Motel hotel holiday Inn
If that bitch don't come I'm fucking her friends
Ten gallons of gin
Coke and Mary Jane blend
Getting high as a motherfucker soon as I step in
Butt naked
Legs open you know I gotta take it
Back breaking
Booty shaking she trying to make a baby
Master bastion
I ain't hating fully participating
I stand still
That gun will get your man killed
That's how it is
When you live your life inside a battlefield
No time to chill
Weapon concealed now watch the blood spill
We keep it real
And if you faking it's a done deal
Pop and peel
It ain't no shame in my game
No crips and blood the only thing that I bring
Is the pistols and drugs
A bunch of bitches and thugs
Who's quick to split ya mug
Take a walk in my shoes
I don't got nothing loose
Still pick and I choose
Do what the fuck I want too
I got love for my Ken Folks
I draw blood and cut throats
Got a price on my head
Like fuck money I been broke
Too nice for the feds
Like fuck drugs I been Dope
Little niggas rolling up like what
But I been smoked I been coked
I been seen shit
You never seen before
Assassin so some of that shit
Your ass will never know
Ski masking no question asking
When out blasting
Paper stacking from jacking
Women jocking I'm macking
I'm not slacking on nothing
In G Vegas we make it happen
Call Dread and get it trapping
We flip it double or nothing
Watch Big Country get it strapping
Like a holster
Packing taking the game over
JD in the back seat
Packing the same heat
We bobbing the same beat
Wanna live so we gotta eat
Being brought up in the streets
We facing reality criminology became a G
I never leave the streets because the streets will remember me
Infinite with my energy
Sticking it to my enemy
Claiming to be offending me niggas must be shitting me
Network connections
Lisa pushing the Lexus
Dicky pushing the Benz that's reflecting my necklace
Credits
Writer(s): Thomason Jeffrey Butts
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