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Cocaine Coltraine
Rome Streetz
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Yeah
You know what it is
Small-time niggas envy me
Ayo, cook coke on your audio, this hip-hop for fiends
We ain't the same, got plenty game like Robert Greene
Niggas won't find it in a book, they only watch the screen
Solo artists get cooked, I'd rather rock your team
Run through 'em like Barry Sanders
If you aks me, them niggas all ass like colon cancer (them niggas trash)
I shine gold, know the code, got the dopest stanzas
Got no knowledge and wisdom, how they gon' understand us?
Got high standards, they dumb, blind, 85
I'm the God, pay me tithes, when I rhyme, it's cyanide
I aim and fire-five at you, I ain't tryna grab you (grrt, grrt, grrt)
All your shit is contrived, this wise guy's a natural
I'm Illmatic, Nas, tryna dodge the devil's lasso
Kickin' science, I should rock a lab coat
You never had the ism
Attract money, I got magnetism, mass division
Black magic when I rap the rhythms
Nightmare like Black Sabbath, plenty savage in him
Truthfully, it's just another nuke for me
Bomb first on you bums like 'Pac, fuck you gon' do with me? Nigga
Uh, they style cheap, knock-off Canal Street (haha)
Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we outreach
Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (all over)
Gettin' paid off the game, I got plenty receipts
They style cheap, knock-off Canal Street (haha)
Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we outreach (yeah)
Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (all over)
Gettin' paid off the game, I got plenty receipts
Uh, see what I did wit' it?
Thought I'd be a dub, now my potential unlimited (yeah)
Now I'm the illest motherfucker in this shit, you indigent
Been around the globe on some indie shit
Rollin' stone, Black Mick Jagger with swagger (yeah) was a dope bagger turned rapper
Still'll toe tag you like it didn't matter (grrt)
Spaz on a track like a coked-up Marshall Mathers
My jersey been up in the rafters
From posterizin' bum-ass niggas like Vince Carter on the Raptors
Shattered the backboard, then spit in your face after (brrt)
Big chain on my neck, but I'm the master
Finesse you out of your check like the scammin' pastor
Dumb niggas think we're neck and neck, I blew past you
So long ago, I can't recollect you ain't poppin' yet
Rap trap slow up, I still got connects (I do)
To get me whatever I need to make my dollar stretch
They style cheap, knock-off, Canal Street (haha)
Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we outreach
Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (all over)
Gettin' paid off the game, I got plenty receipts
They style cheap, knock-off, Canal Street (ha)
Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we outreach (yeah)
Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (all over)
Gettin' paid off the game, I got plenty receipts
It's the life, my blood flows ice, pay the price
Know the wrongs and the rights, we need fast cars and ice (yeah)
You know the vibes, off the deep end, I took a dive
Then came back like Jordan with the .45 (bah)
Came to be forever lit
'Cause when I aim, I don't ever miss (bah)
I came to be forever lit
'Cause when I aim, I don't ever miss (never)
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