(Montana)
(MC5, you know what it is)
(Yeah)
Coke Boy, baby
Drinkin' two bottles a day, 'til my liver fail (Ah)
Stayin' out the box, ain't open this in jail (Woo)
Ain't no diamonds in the grave, youngin' bleedin' for his block
Then he smoke away his problems with an eighth (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Two bitches minaj'in, niggas callin' the gossip
I don't step out the crib until they send that deposit
Penthouse just came home, now he goin' back im
While Max B ain't home, he got in trouble again (Woo)
Niggas rattin' on they dawg, then they yellin' "Free him" (What?)
Made a disrespect roster (What?), block jumpin' like Ghaza (Bah-bah-bah)
Stay out the mix of your work, don't be actin' dumb
'Cause when the bodies get to droppin' is when the RICO come
If I can't put it past him
I'ma snipe his bitch, then snipe his shit, don't be askin'
But if he my dawg, then I'm loyal to the ashes
All my youngins in position, I don't send 'em out crashin' (Skrrt)
I'm duckin' 12, like a half a day
My neck tap dancin', Cassius Clay (Bling)
If she don't fuck you for the fame, then you have to pay
Rap game, meta world, fake through these glasses (What?)
Can't die broke, they chargin' fifty for the casket (Ah)
Told 'em "Fuck your table, ain't standin' up"
Hard-headed, then alert, point and stare him up (Bah-bah-bah)
Still look up to the sky, wishin' Chinx here
Just 'cause we ain't die, don't mean we ain't braindead (Braindead)
You're lonely
You have no friends
And love you don't expect
Why does love come to some people?
And others in the glass
When you hear that
Coke Boy, baby
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