Lyrics:
When I wake up in the evening
Brush my teeth with cocaine
Atlanta living give you tunnel vision
Swerving lane to lane
Like John Boyega move off screen
we've made they rather you stay small
Grab life by the horns bruh
If ya seeing red be a matador bruh
No game on me, imma snap ya spine
Mortal Kombat K
Look me in my face
F***
Does it look like I'm playing b****
I got no time to waste
Cocaine what I taste
Put some snow on my gums, put my brain in
the mood
Popo tranna enter the block 15B, they be hearing shots
I'm out, here, b..., I don't give a f..k they keep telling us we need to stop
I'm not tryna
Your lil 38, that ain't got no range, pocket full of coins and I still won't change
You ain't gotta drive, bitch, stay in your lane, I bet 2K that this
Crack! for the money you know how we play, we flip that c-r-a-c-k
Crack! for the money you know how we play, we move that c-r-a-c-k
Crack! for
On the third day of Chrismas my homeboys gave to me
three pounds of indo
two birds of cocaine
and a A muthafuckin' K bitch.
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Eazy-E oh Eazy-E
show us how you
to send an Uber
My new bitch wanna get pieces made from my jeweler
Drive-by's with Rugers, twenty racks for the shooter
The FBI heard I can make cocaine
stay true
That shit will hurt you like a K do
Being crossed by your homie, wow, he ain't the same dude
I'm bent off good wine, like Bokeem Woodbine
of Christmas my homeboys gave to me
Three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a A muthafuckin' K bitch.
Eazy-E oh Eazy-E
Show us how you treat
(fuck)
50K to TSA, we flew in with a whole damn onion (baow, woah)
100K next time, might turn into a cocaine runner
And we gettin' weed packs,
Who y'all really know out here that's fuckin' with the K-O-D-A
To the P-R-E-U-S-S ooh yes bitch, don't you play with me
Got selective hearin' I
Goremask Arakari
Beat up the bad guy, win by a landslide
I killed Private Ryan then I made
Him watch his man die
I don't got a mandate
I bet that you Man
There go twelve right there
Fuck it jump the fence
10k on my neck
Bitch I represent
Look at how I move
Look at how I flex
I been getting to a check
would you say it if you ain't do it
Uriah5k nah fuck it dayon6k
Had bars since the fucking 6th grade
All my niggas really like to get paid
And that light
fucking yeah
Fuck what you say
Junk town motherfucker
Straight up light up the yay
Cocaine in your face
Make you stand up straight
Tequila shots all night
that cocaine in my attic
Yeah he talking like he want the smoke that nigga don't want static
Yeah 100k on my fabric
Yeah 100k on my coupe
My niggas gone
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
it's pure as snow
I'm a South side nigga I'm warning you,
You could get smoked when I come through, okay, okay
If sellin' cocaine is what you tryna
down on the page
Then I'm paid a 100K to go spit that on the stage
Look, the road wasn't easy, I ain't perfect (I ain't perfect)
Nobody put me on, I
liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up or geeked, it's the same thang
Fish scale or Molly, it's the same name
Murdered by the stains, which stain you
K. I. N. G
Solemn and envy
Ridin' in the Bentley
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin' it for my dog, [?] with so
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
rent paid
Come to think about it, don't you live with your mama?
I don't give a shit when I ride 'round the bottom
Cocaine vet, pedal shifting
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