lirik lagu kappalot - drug coping
b~tch, you know you lied to me
you know truth hurts, but blind can see
that you wasn’t right for me
teardrops in my eyes, i’m hurt inside—i cope with drugs
when bro say it’s time to slide, i grab my nine, i blow my gun
and i ain’t tricking off a hundred, worth a dime ain’t worth my funds
we got aks matched with drums, ain’t gonna pop—i just begun
i ain’t got no time to waste, stay out my way, can’t have no fun
bro said he’ll catch a face, he got a drake, his favorite gun
if this rap sh~t was a race, i’ll come first place, i won~to~one
stupid ho played in my face, you get replaced, ain’t gone for none
and i stay tucked, they turn tails, ain’t touching base—they quick to run
hop out, spray some sh~t like macе. f~ck the jakes, this sh~t ain’t done
wе got hot sh~t like the sun, ball like kd up on the suns
why this b~tch played in my face? you know your place, can’t have my son
can’t show no trace, try to run up the guala
count up blue faces, i want all the dollars
feeling misplaced, i’m the one with the trauma
can’t cut your rank, i don’t want all the drama
hit from the back because she wanna just holla
can’t take my place, and that’s all on my mama
ain’t gotta chase, i get hoes in pajamas
saying my grace, i don’t want all the karma
b~tch, i’m the wave, you just washed in piranhas
change locations, i feel like obama
crash through the game, and i feel like osama
chasing these racks on the run for my commas
trips to brazil, then next to bahamas
i blow my gat because this b~tch got a llama
i don’t smoke no gas—me, i smoke marijuana
shooting my shot, but the money keeps stalling
get off my line—why the f~ck is you calling?
i’m in my prime; i’m the one who’s been balling
dope in detroit, we the ones who were hauling
hating this life, rap is ass on the parlin’
add to my strap, man, i move with caution
out of fuel, tired, but inside i’m exhausted
you know the drill—send the hoes to just chalk it
chase sh~t down, we ain’t doing no walking
chase sh~t down, we ain’t doing no walk~ins
hold up, hold up—
chase sh~t down, we ain’t doing no walking
teardrops in my eyes, i’m hurt inside—i cope with drugs
when bro say it’s time to slide, i grab my nine, i blow my gun
and i ain’t tricking off no ho, worth a dime, ain’t worth my funds
fully aks matched with drums, can’t go back—i just begun
i ain’t got no time to waste, stay out my way, can’t have no fun
bro said he’ll catch a face, he got a drake, his favorite gun
we got hot sh~t like the sun, ball like ad up on the suns
why this b~tch played in my face? she gets replaced, ain’t gone for none
teardrops in my eyes, i’m hurt inside—i cope with drugs
when bro say it’s time to slide, i grab my nine, i blow my gun
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