Lyrics:
night in the coffin (Coffin)
(In the coffin, yeah)
Yeah I'm walking, I'm walking (Walk, walk)
You see me, I'm Toki
I'm walking, I'm walking (Walk, walk
something new to ya
Line it up like a pool stick, that’s my cue to ya
Say you see I’m trying and that’s cute to ya, but a lot of people got a shot to ya
Talk
don’t walk through that door)
I don’t need you but I want you now
So don’t walk through the door don’t walk straight through that door
Even in spite
at last, free at Last)
Walk through a house on fire
And grab you by hand
Ain't scared to get a tan
(Free at last, Free at Last)
Your Silent scream for help
rock, run 'em with blocks in 'em
Fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it
Now I'm rockin' it,
trial began
Where I was judged by twelve honest men
Yes as the jury started walkin' out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all remember
By the middle of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your
(Sold)
And I’m still learning it
M’s really earning it
Blow that shit I’m burning it (Yeah)
40k to roll up (Forty)
They gone send the back end in
(Quan The Don313 Verse)
Uh-huh, Roxi Gang, nigga
Uh-huh, M30 on the tab, count them bitches by the thousand
I was really in the city, had them
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
"We're not drug dealerswe're fundraisers"
Check 4, 54, 5 check, Check
Now when my cousin through
In that all-blue Kitted
They was ridin down Venice
outside, bomb in the street
Gun in the hood, mob of police
Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend
And a bottle full of lean and a model
passing by like dust floating through a laser beam
When I left so long ago I knew you
Our songs a golden record in my arms
40,000 years or so until I find
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
babyface by walking up, he walk out wit a limp
I need a couple racks up out this game that money feeling dim
I'm in to win, get up in that water, boy you
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like (she's) standin' still
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored.
Shell do a hundred and forty
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
Spill blood on the leaves, redjacket, I walk off the scene
I gotta glock, and it came wit’ a beam
Fuck up a check, I need it
Back to the breesh, we
gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
When you see me walk on by, walk on by
Haha, you ain't gotta lie
The whips so clean and he fit so clean
Hit the scuffle
cutting ties
The end of the line, don’t fuck with your kind
You shouldn’t have lied
You shouldn't have lied
I put my trust in you and yet you played me
I
a kid
Now I dwell and bid
Where all the lyricists live
I'm sitting in the spot like what?
The hands of the clock are
Melting off
Years flew by supplying
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