Cocaine

[Verse 1] I line up, inhale spit I love that white shit Even more after every single hit No regrets, not even one bit I've seen you out here looking quite dangerous Slowly like you're trying to endanger us My boy Flav already saying it's flavorous I'd say you're going for something to fucking plagiarize I'm always finding the situation that puts in more work I end up lookin' like the asshole or the jerk With the attempt to end with a fucking smirk I always get the sensation to fuckin' irk [Verse 2] Realization of super energized thought What's in this cocaine that I just bought I'm on a whole 'nother god damn level I hear these bitches mad, build my own god damn temple Fuck that, I'm building several Build my ego 'til I look fucking mental Motherfucker, I'm fine if you don't pay me Girl you like? I'll fuck her until the casings I'm completely bind to this code, I'm not fucking lazy Hard in from behind like I'm pacing I have girls on the side, call me Tiger Woods All your texts are lies, acting like you own the hoods Fake Gucci you gotta hide, you stole the goods Retard, you need to die, you're fake like Hollywood [Verse 3] Pot smoking motherfucker, like Michael Phelps Cough choking, fat blubber, you need some help? Annoyance provoking, vein cutter, just go to hell You think I'm joking? Did I stutter? You can't even get your dick felt My body count higher than some of these dudes' IQ's My ecclesiastical attire is used by my air crew My decisions prior are the only things that flew Now, there's only a choir singing about my real crew I am the Apex Predator of the male hierarchy scale They're busy chasing the tail that I made wail Like a train off the rail, quicker than Gareth Bale Guess y'all failed, cause this boat's fucking sailed Let me leave you be, there's no need to worry Not much time, you might need to hurry Oh boy, can't you see? You need to scurry The only thing you hit are 3's, call you Steph Curry [Verse 4] Plans on plans on plans Oh man, I got this shit exploding like Pakistan I'm running this track like a Mexican God damn We up in this shit, like a fat ass asian boy Packed up like we about to take down Troy Call me part "what?" call me School Boy I'm crashing this shit, 'cause its about to be destroyed 8 Ball gone in less than one week It makes me feel like I'm fucking elite Aggressive behavior caused by high testosterone Inflamed throat and lungs makes my voice monotone [Outro] A lot of lines A nose like vacuum Turn up the music to fucking distract you No need for H like Frank Lucas Just imagine all that value