Cocaine Coltraine

Lyrics for Cocaine Coltraine

Yeah You know what it is Small-time niggas envy me Ayo, cook coke on your audio, this hip-hop for fiends We ain't the same, got plenty game like Robert Greene Niggas won't find it in a book, they only watch the screen Solo artists get cooked, I'd rather rock your team Run through 'em like Barry Sanders If you aks me, them niggas all ass like colon cancer (them niggas trash) I shine gold, know the code, got the dopest stanzas Got no knowledge and wisdom, how they gon' understand us? Got high standards, they dumb, blind, 85 I'm the God, pay me tithes, when I rhyme, it's cyanide I aim and fire-five at you, I ain't tryna grab you (grrt, grrt, grrt) All your shit is contrived, this wise guy's a natural I'm Illmatic, Nas, tryna dodge the devil's lasso Kickin' science, I should rock a lab coat You never had the ism Attract money, I got magnetism, mass division Black magic when I rap the rhythms Nightmare like Black Sabbath, plenty savage in him Truthfully, it's just another nuke for me Bomb first on you bums like 'Pac, fuck you gon' do with me? Nigga Uh, they style cheap, knock-off Canal Street (haha) Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we outreach Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (all over) Gettin' paid off the game, I got plenty receipts They style cheap, knock-off Canal Street (haha) Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we outreach (yeah) Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (all over) Gettin' paid off the game, I got plenty receipts Uh, see what I did wit' it? Thought I'd be a dub, now my potential unlimited (yeah) Now I'm the illest motherfucker in this shit, you indigent Been around the globe on some indie shit Rollin' stone, Black Mick Jagger with swagger (yeah) was a dope bagger turned rapper Still'll toe tag you like it didn't matter (grrt) Spaz on a track like a coked-up Marshall Mathers My jersey been up in the rafters From posterizin' bum-ass niggas like Vince Carter on the Raptors Shattered the backboard, then spit in your face after (brrt) Big chain on my neck, but I'm the master Finesse you out of your check like the scammin' pastor Dumb niggas think we're neck and neck, I blew past you So long ago, I can't recollect you ain't poppin' yet Rap trap slow up, I still got connects (I do) To get me whatever I need to make my dollar stretch They style cheap, knock-off, Canal Street (haha) Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we outreach Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (all over) Gettin' paid off the game, I got plenty receipts They style cheap, knock-off, Canal Street (ha) Dumb and blind, they wild sleep, we outreach (yeah) Got shit clickin' from Russia to South Beach (all over) Gettin' paid off the game, I got plenty receipts It's the life, my blood flows ice, pay the price Know the wrongs and the rights, we need fast cars and ice (yeah) You know the vibes, off the deep end, I took a dive Then came back like Jordan with the .45 (bah) Came to be forever lit 'Cause when I aim, I don't ever miss (bah) I came to be forever lit 'Cause when I aim, I don't ever miss (never)