R!ot - Coastal Lyrics

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Any bird could fly south
Any street thug could kill a man
Any choppa' pull the seats out the minivan
An any doe could catch a round runnin' from the chips
It takes a whole lot to seem like you ain't doin' shit
Birds fly south street thugs could kill a man
Any choppa' pull the seats out the minivan
And any doe can catch a round runnin' from the chips
It takes a whole lot to seem like you ain't doin' shit

Yeah, actively attackin' all the rats in my nest
Spittin' raid to the bugged lines, wires on the chest
Yeah, tip toe through the tulips
Body decomposed, for runnin' those two lips
Back on my bullshit, Unsigned hype
With my back to the cool kids, hung from the lights
Right?
An I don't want another life
I don't want a nine to five definin' me
Eye of the storm with the tongue of a devilish rebel kid
Head to the grindstone twenty four seven
Steadily pickin' apart the pieces an pissin' upon a pathway
Defined by the suits an the ties with the medals
You fools spit, high school-quarterback cool shit
I'm in a broken Benz with a pool stick
I said you fools spit, high school-quarterback cool shit
I'm in a broken Benz with a, yeah
I'm from that
Third coast where the most is
Home for the sharks an the roaches
Egos explosive
Kick it like the rest or be alone, kid
Feet don't fit the footsteps they molded
Tryna' find the third eye fluoride corroded
Created from the code formulated in the old shit
Uh
I whip shots, but like it or not
So kick rocks, Cause the kid spits often
Check or recollect this vector image so you can see
Young boy had the rhythm since a fetus