Cocaine

Dear coke, what’s the deal, how you’ve been

It been a little seconds since we getting it in

You know I kinda abanded you but you know what

This music shit was promising, Look I’m about to blow up

But I remember huggin strip in my own trucks, tryin’ to get more bucks

dodging them gold trucks

we had it so sewn up, you ain’t get no cut, still you pump for me

You was happy that we both lived conformably

what up with doping them niggas they still getting squashed they had the whole block

itching like the chicken pot, hey yo cook remember we used to get in the pot

Comeing out acting hard how many trees that nigga got

Like how many ways to get money yah niggas got

And I’ll be down I suppost to six o’clock, but no

It’s been me and my dudes since day one,

we ain't looking for partners, step up the game son

Sometimes I wonder if you miss me, man I miss you

Even though that life is riskier

(Cocaine).

My due when push come to shove

The reason all those police clowns looking the club

When they stop the V, heard you’re f*cking with Kiesha

You let her start f*cking with you, I know whats a brother to do

She was always snipping around, since back in the day

she of age now she know the mind games you play

I know I got a feelin’ running back for more

Knowing you dirty ass you probably ran up in there raw

So she open, me I’m still dating this music

Take all my time and these girls ain’t got patience

But f*cking b*tches what’s about with this snitches

These niggas telling must be a new day

Use to lose your to pays for yellin’

glad that I ain't a fellon cause they'll never catch you with me

If they only that you had grew up a quarter a week

I'd of been up on the phone up north ordering briefs

sweat pants and somthing with and chaws on the feet

But they didn't it, could of been different

I thought about that while this kite was being written

(Cocaine).

Guess what I’m tryin to say is I’m done

We had fun, not to sound like jerk but I won

I’m doing things the right way ‘cause you showed me wrong

The people bump my stories when I'm throwing on the song

Imma ride this thing out into the motter gone

And when the road get bumpy I'm still holding on

Till I’m about to the project grass gotta mow the loan

sky is the limit but you know Joe trying to go beyond

But God forbid that I dont work I never went soft, I’m back in the hood

Picking right off where we left off

This is a heads up dont count me out dog

If things don’t go right I'm going left like a south claw

back to punching dudes in the face and tryna mouth off

Serveing all the fiends that we trying to get they couch off

Hey yo coke don't forget about the kid

might need you here one day If I happen to get out the buiss

never forgot where I came from

where I first started to scoop my little bit of change from (Cocaine)

that’s his name son.