Chaos the New Cocaine

Lyrics

[Intro - SHIRT] Specifically New York [Verse - SHIRT] No more cocaine and pills More I-should-just-chill's This time next week, if this builds My body won't be able to top these thrills Socie' ills I'm a man, they judge me by my kills Running, watch the eyes from the hills Death rate high as Brazil's Sex tape hiding [?] Eyes to the hills No side piece time or Coro', row, row, row Have to make due with your soul, so, so, so Have to make peace with your foe, foe, foe, foe That's on everything wе know, no, no, no Once you know better, gotta do bеtter, yo I'm not here for no trope, trope, trope, trope I'm a short throw from I'm a short throw from Don't talk to me, I'm a pro I'm not dead 'cause I learned control Ah, and I'm a lucky dog I might jump off the bridge with a bungee cord Already under stress getting under more Beat plays and I'm on the floor Parties undisclosed, nobody knows Wild kids running 'round the house with the runny nose No sleep for days, you know, one of those DKNY lofts and bungalows Risky fucking, fucking you unopposed That's when we fucking and don't care who knows That's my shit, it's time for some of those Years we deserve, staying alive is en vogue Rich or poor, stay alive, run the risk of both They still got you on the boat, but now it's pick a boat Shit hope Capitalism got me thinking I need to be rich, hoe Hotel balcony, what's this, the fifth floor? I hate Vegas 'cause the air too hot and the ratio of bops More Queens kids, you can see the bridge Couple grown men still ain't got kids Never look at something and see what it miss Always really look at something for what it is I'm just trying to tell these niggas [?]