Cocaine Paradise
Quelle: Spotify
[Intro]
From the cocaine paradise, Brick City...
Newark waddup!
They thought I wasn't coming back
Rest in peace to Newark, man...
Shotgun, waddup?
[Verse]
I'm from a cocaine paradise, a heroin city where
Gang members, fake niggas, snake bitches - plenty there
Loyalty is really rare, you could die anywhere
MACs clap, clips rip, automatic semis flare
Fuckers want you gone, gotta live with your gun
Niggas'll die for they set but won't live for they son
Got time for they bitches, show neglect to they daughter
Ain't beefing for work so they get it by the quarter
See the dark clouds cover us, no getting out for some of us
If you ain't know better you'd think God didn't fuck with us
Little bit of money so the whips got 'em hating
Gotta watch for the phonies and the fake salamu alaykum's
A lot of questions unanswered and we don't know why
Nigga 12 years old throwing his gang in the sky
I don't judge him, I don't judge him
That could be my lil cousin
Told him, he don't live for something then he could die for nothing
I can still hear the shots fired, screams in my head
Got a "rest in peace daddy" tat... he ain't even dead!
Left us thinking these immature ways got mommy hurting
And these triple stacked pills got Tsunami surfing
Scrape up the rent money, gotta get diapers
When I'm sitting downstate playing monopoly with lifers
Been a shooter since a kid, I'm hitting 9 out of 9
Jail taught me one thing: out of sight, out of mind
Lil' Rail wanted to ball, but Jay-Jay popped him
Kesha got kids, but diaps done got them
Reeks was out robbing, but Reek done got ten
The King had a dream and you see they shot him
So I'ma grind till I'm a victim of a homicide
But I'll be damned if another man make momma cry
Two of yours, one of mine; somebody gotta die
.40 Cal baarracckkk! I'm letting that Obama fly
Cold sweat nightmares, dreams from a bad book
They ain't really banging, they just liking how them flags look
Play the corner like Champ out in Denver
Flip keys by the seas in January till December
Got max in the summer, tall cans in the winter
See them turtle niggas snitching
Cause they running with the Splinters
I been nice since, street lights, curfews
Nick at Nite, pillow fights, Rugrats, Urkels
The ones that know you the best, the ones that'll hurt you
Protect me from the squares and I'll handle my circle
I'm out riding for the team, boy it's dinner time
Heart of a leo, them twin 40s geminis
Clip on maximum, this block'll get minimized
Hood what I stand for, pain what I symbolize
100 round double grip, Shotgun drivin'
Add a few slugs and I'll divide the whole problem
The niggas that be talking ain't the ones riding
Early morning kitchen whipping, I ain't making omelettes
Fuck the police, see I'm just being honest
Think he running from me, shit he better be Sonic
True trapstar, connect front 30 birds
Cause he know I'm Matt Ryan with them dirty birds
Time to get it cracking, choppa make that "prattt" sound
Men in Black flash; I'll clean this whole background
Got enough for all nine lives; lay a cat down
Aaron Rodgers on the field; can't let my pack down
Not my daughter, not my mother, not my fucking hood
Would they kill me if they could? Yeah they fucking would
I was young and fell in love with the strip
Man this hood a dirty broad, I'm still fucking with the bitch
See if I don't make it out? Cool, I'ma die here
Cause I bang, cause I trap and I ride here
Pussy, money, weed, dead bodies what they find here
Good wherever I'm at, I'm feeling like LeBron here
Tell them niggas come get me, I'll be waiting on 'em
Two Rondos, mask like Jason on 'em
Hood been sleeping on him, niggas been hating on him
Tim Duncan with the bread, Surf been banking on 'em
Any problems, man that gauge will clap
Maybe they'll love me when I fade to black
Tsunami!
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