PRIVATE BOOTH

Dammit cobra
You did it again
Cobra
Seatown
Nigga
Westside
Yeah
Dior
I tell yall man
I get better by the beat
Like I swear
I get better by the beat
Fucking scary nigga

I told you 2021 my year
(Wow)
Had to switch up the all the gears
Make up for some lost years
The years that I lived in fear
(Yeah)
Countless fallen tears
(Countless)
Mama couldn't cheer
(Mama)
Wasn't thinking very clear
Way behind my class peers
That kind of shit make you Wanna puke
(No no)
Sitting back just to find a new Excuse
When you fuckin knew
Nigga if you let loose
(Nigga)
Writing fire spitting fire
At your homies private booth
Your homies private booth

I swear cobra if you keep making Beats like this
(I swear)
I will have to commit murder Murder murder every week
(Baw)
You know me I will never ever Give in to defeat
(Never)
Getting better by the letter & she Get wet seeing me
Any weather Mayweather Undefeated I don't cheat
It's whatever first milly
Give my dukes an AP
(It's whatever)
(Ice ice)
You should never if you
Really clever try to test me
(Don't do that)
I'm that nigga who gon make Seattle hot like mainstream (Westside)
Leave your ass cold like AC
(Brr)
That's what you get trying to Testify against me
(Pussy)
(Uh huh)
It's a new age
(Pussy)
I'm a re write modern history
One day I'll look back & say Damn what a stellar career
Long list for the beats from a Long ass killing spree
When i talk her body freeze (Ooh)
Young shammy
The unspoken prophecy
Coke white teeth
(White)
Where's my deal from Listerene
(White)
Please don't wait until I blow up
To start saying i'm the shit
(Too late)
Can't you see I've been the shit (Yeah)
It's my own fault for letting Others pick for me
(Yeah)
When I should've been stronger Doing shit just for me
(Facts)
Only me living supreme
Like the fucking kings
(Living supreme)
(Look)
Once upon a time I was given the Time to shine
(Thank god)
Limitless time to grind nurture & Grow my mind
(Ooh)
I can see & hear the signs why Your bitches be whine
(Why)
I don't believe in being behind (Ew)
I like the way I be living
Only multiply no division
You ain't special girl i'll just go Back fishing
(That's right)
She be dissing on the vision
(Bad)
Kept her as a side mission
(Side)
Little did she know
(Dumbo)
It was time for her to go
(Go)
Cause I was writing fire
Spitting fire making sure there's Proof
(Wow)
I was writing fire spitting fire Relaying that I'm the truth
(Relaying)
I was writing fire spitting fire (Uh)
Writing fire spitting fire
(Get it get it)
At my homies private booth

Seattle



Credits
Writer(s): Sharmarke Ahmed
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