[ Featuring Eugen Boger ]
I copt it & sell, hot topic in hell, drop light it inhale, Fiends leaning to fell.
Hot block it is fail, cop option ls it's jail, lock me up give me bail til payment then well.
Do it all again my projects forreal,
From the bricks, selling nicks upgrade ya tell, slice ya face, get erased, or yappa gone yell.
I know many Men killed your options revealed, same Thang if ya sang Beyonce so chill.
It's ya destiny child, he confession Steve Jobs, to track where he lives.
OG coka moving silent got loud as he slide, stature of limitations now speak on it shiddddd, Ex fiance asked what I do it for? I replied nevermind tuck the ruger more, told my man's killa green light its shooters war.
I can now talk about, what I'm talking bout, S.O.L time is up yup I'm talking now,
That same summer gang squad hit a couple shops, project niggas 4 cars deep hit another op, attended Murray Wright weapons on us and 2 semi parked.
I kicked out, so I waited principal was shocked, knew the bitch car, what she do quickly called the cops.
Returning every season just bang at any op.
Beating niggas asses, me creep, killa, Joe.
Head bussa mentally, hold my yappa low.
The nameless, betbya never heard of cokaboi before! The devils greatest trick is fooling others non-existence yo.
Good at crime so I never did the time, premeditated every move, life ain't checkers, Chess mines.
Sold everything under sun nigga, blow, crack, food Stamps, even a gun nigga, sharping fro picks, come closer ya dumb niggas.
Metal detectors walk around them then run niggas.
