Coach Carter

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Damien, that's crazy
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Niggas stealin' waves and niggas like me gon' make some water
Teach my young shooters, right from wrong, I'm Coach Carter
Tell her she ain't got no intent to f*ck, bitch, don't even bother
Ballin' with my brother, run the trap, lil bob tiki barber
Uh-huh, clerk say it cost extra if you get two cups
Lil' bitch must've took the sex from me, I ain't never gave a f*ck
Nigga up that bitch like Texas Ranger, but your shit still tucked
Treat a opp block like warzone, nigga get yo kills up
I got bitches, I ain't striked yet, cause I been bowlin' green
Told her if she want my heart, she sharing with promethazine
To the public, I'm passin' goody bags, tryna help the fiends
Lil' bitch wide open, drinkin' Jack, I'm stalkin' off a bean
Uh-huh, money dont stop a nigga from being a corn ball
Im da nigga they worried about in da session when da blunt fall
How you say you always in the field, but on the porch now
Really went from hoopin' at the rec, to dodgin' courthouses
Draco plug, called and said these bitches straight from Canada
Full of drugs, I don't need no liquor, tell that bitch I got more stamina
I'm a 50 member, exotic beatin my chest like David Banner
Niggas ain't never pulled a rack out, and poured it in a fanta, huh
Niggas servin' curb, you either carpet or you street
Got a hoe from Buffalo, I pay her bills to go deep
Walk down, see her a opp, ion care if its cold, I'm happy feet
Niggas waitin' on me to drop, I always do like gravity
I get in moods, and I do drugs like a pop artist
I always knew I'd either sell rap or peddle narcotics
I be off a bar, a blunt of za and a Hot Pocket
I ain't blow my high, arguin' with you bout who not toxic
Thought I went to hell went outside and seen a demon
Put 2k on his head, call my shooter and he greenin
Spinnin' in a bang bus, but see it and you fucked
Hit a nigga with a colt, think he got some Andrew Luck
Pussy nigga da jig up, what you know bout walkin' down
Tell a nigga your year's up, I ain't talkin' bout love
When I tell you I'm tryin' to feel somethin', out here chasin' bucks
I ain't trippin' bout no deer hunt, puttin' bread on your head, turnin' niggas to croissants

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