Coast, I don't give a fuck
Y 'all niggas can't see me
Rappin', scrappin', cappin'
Y 'all niggas just yappin'
Lookin' to these snake eyes,
Sometimes I feel the marijuana
I'm yellin' fuck the world but
ain't nobody listenin' to me
Just hang smokin', got my brain open,
Taz right on my ass, but I
I'm a soldier rockin' the
I'm back on the block, stackin'
runnin' mates and I re -cop
it ain't no lovin' a dope man hardy, homie
I'm dreamin' bout niggas comin' for me
They tryna shoot me, it's a cold,
I do whatever to maintain
And you should do the same,
Ended up addicted to the money,
In my vision, if I slip, I see prison
It ain't no comin' back home,
If niggas is hatin', I'm terminatin'
pocket check from the torture bag I'm filled with
puttin' the smash down on whatever breed
mainly with my mind on survival
We psycho, only roll with
fuckers that you miss, oh
We schizo, ballin' out to get more
We get chose by thick hoes
Probably cause we spit flows
Pushing six foes and sitting
Like there ain't shit left to live for
My raps, it's stimulating,
I stay heated like the sun
On the run, like referees,
High class, we ride fast like
we bring the straps to the battle just in case
I twist the game and I rearrange
Glock and all I saw was blood
Tried to cross the wrong thug
Bud, I guess he look like
Y 'all niggas can't see tape out naked
if you need a demonstration
I'm a vet, I can lie to y
'all, I'm a game authentic
I'm down to fight to the fin ish
I put it all on the line,
But I'm still on the grind,
But the streets keep callin',
Black the winery till I'm finally ballin'
And if that s*** ever kill me,
With a million -one racks
I'm huntin' n****s like the
make me with my mom on survival
only roll with homies I would die for
We skitzo, pullin' out to get more
We get chose by thick hoes
Push the 6 -4's and sit low out of control
Like it ain't shit left to live for
Ain't tryna play with my fetty,
I gotta stay ready to die
I like to hold block up, like the 4th of
July I throw my set in the sky,
the doze yelling I'm still bangin'
S .A .D. I'm here to prove
So if you fuck with me, you
Beryl weed, all we smoke is green buds
Nathan, but my riders and thugs
Ridin' this gang with my brain on drugs
I shoot through bodies, vaporize
Medusa, I'm the angel of death
On my way to third, heaven yellin'
Fuck the world, barely committin'
I'm half -dead with long -ass bread
can't no n***a in this ghetto see me
I run them off from big to small
Now these thug babies wanna ball
runnin' this shit like a marathon
Can't trust a hoe, we untouchable like
my momma never taught me no better
So when I'm starving for cheddar,
With a brand new gun and this a gun deal
We come real, my boys touch wax,
With a gang of extra chimps,
everything's on the bench
And if these niggas try to
G -shit, pull up, we let the heat spit
Slate guys glow when I'm off the hydro
mainly with my mind on survival
only roll with homies I would die for
fuckers that you just know
rock thick clothes with big dough
Probably cause we spit flows
Pussies exposed and sit low out of control
Like it ain't shit left to live for
Slate guys glow when I'm off the hydro
We psycho, honeyroad with
We like no other motherfuckers
We skizzo, ballin' out to get more
We get chose, pop thick hoes,
the shit flow out of control
Mocking ain't shit left to live for
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