COCAINEROSE

You gonna talk to me, talk to me, right?

Whoa, look

Deep down, I really love the game, I just like the money

Started out in Section eight, patient, I'm tripping, life is funny

Might be a Boca Chica geeking and truly some nights is fuzzy

Oh, that's your wifey? I hit it like a Costa Rican spider monkey

I only eat what I could kill, I got a piece of a meal

These guys junkies, eating pills, just seeking a thrill

Nah, I'm keeping it chill, my pendant gives players pneumonia

All my shit they're quoting, that's like Coca without the cola

These dudes washed, put 'em out to dry on a clothing line

I give you a piece of mine, you might find that it's a gold mine

I got it off a slow grind by any means necessary

Quality is primary, paper comes secondary

Very scary, me in the booth, that's Elliot Spencer

Shorty from the equator, her pussy lips is magenta

Dudes pussy typing a caption about shooting me

Should be focused on raising them dirty kids, not writing my eulogy, nah (okay)

I rose up out the cocaine

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Get ya soul flushed with throwaway

Barely got a pot to piss in, tripping, missing integrity

Living in a delusion like shit could ever dishevel in me

I burn gas medically and mack bitches like Wanda Sykes

Though I'm polite, stay for a plate, compliment your momma's rice

Dropped the dice, I took plenty chance to seeking advancement

All it took was me being candid over the canvas

Now I'm smoking Black and Milds in places they don't even understand this

I clicked my Nikes, I'm a long way from Kansas

On the baddie's ass, I left the handprint

Dollar bills I demanded, man, my hunger rampant

They amping you up, that's the ambulance

Stick the kind glances instead of glaring before you get embarrassed

(Fuck outta here)

I rose up out the cocaine (I did)

Now I'm froze up, this is a cold chain

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Get ya soul flushed with the throwaway

I rose up out the cocaine

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Get ya soul flushed with throwaway

I rose up out the cocaine

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Get ya soul flushed with throwaway

I rose up out the cocaine

Ya bitch chose up and she won't stay

Now I'm froze up, this a cold chain

Get ya soul flushed with throwaway

Oh, you'll be sorry, now pick it up

There's a little family problem here, Teach

Little brother here forgot to finish his homework last night, eh?