Cocaine

Lyrics

Got two guns on me one of them jam Ain't take mathematics just to understand that all it takes One finger i got 10 on my hands use a king I'm a killer that'll run up in your throne My chrome about the size of a toblerone I'm gone once i pop the trigger I ain't tell until im rich i came in the game for the cars and bricks And the m16 with dirty bullet clips see it in my eyes Who can tell you ain't this Bet your bottom dollar i ain't leaving till i'm rich All your rap is up increase that is hating on the world Hating on my team cause you probably fucking your girl Hating on Mad Clip cause i make you hurl But every time you hear my rap your head wanna twirl And these critics that wanna end my scene Fuck your opinion you can never stop my dream I want dollars and all the cream big cars houses What it seems shit i can't live broke for too long I spent hour after hours staring at wall Took so many hits that mostly would fall Crashed so many times that most seems [?] Cook you on the mouth fish like fish I gonna get rich by age of twenty six If you don't believe me too I came in the game for the cars and bricks and the m16 With dirty bullet clips see it in my eyes Bet your bottom dollar i ain't leaving till i'm rich