Zoocci Coke Dope iLL PRELUDE Lyrics (feat. Tellaman & Stogie T)
I was told that anything is possible
Gotta stay solid stay honourable
N*ggas try to stop it we unstoppable
This lean is causing pain in my abdominal
Pouring so much poison in my styrofoam
Shouts to Nasty C this shit Phenomenal
Haters always need some shit to comment on
Momma calling me like when you coming home
Back on my shit I’m back in the cave
Pull up on your bae like back in the day
I got monsters I got demons under my bed
If it wasn’t for this shit I’d probably be dead
I promise hope we don’t resort to no violence.
When I’m with my bitch I give her mileage
Perfected all this shit down to the science
Stay defiant. Yeah
You ain’t even as real as all your music n*gga
Hear a catch phrase and then abuse it n*gga
I know that we’re at war but I ain’t choose it n*gga
I’m just praying to the lord that I don’t lose a n*gga
If we’re talking money need the maximum.
Buzzing in the streets I’m pro’lly platinum
Giving you my words and then I’m backin’ em.
Unlike them I don’t just claim I’m actually platinum. Yeah
And you a liar n*gga.
You wouldn’t be a match for me if you were fire n*gga.
Plus I’m a fire n*gga.
Your booking fee is pro’lly just my rider n*gga. Yeah
I don’t like a lot of n*ggas.
R.I.P Nip you can’t trust a n*gga
Do it for my dawg when we chasing figures.
I’m dying for the cause I’ll never die for n*ggas.
Yeah yeah
I’ll lose all I got before I lose myself yeah
Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well
I wish them well
Your cart full of dreams when are you checking out
You weren’t talking about shows when you said you selling out
You got a lot of issues need some airing out
Stack all my money making ways I’ll never change the route yeah yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well
I wish them well
Not even.
Tom Ford stilettos
Charles De Gaulle airport
Ma swear she a centrefold
Buying like she export
In the lounge drinking French port
But that’s my heart y’all get extorted by weird hoes
Bunch of cornballs hiding behind scarecrows
Yours for the streets
Mine thinks of me when she heads home
Gucci for the kids
They treat the shit like Pep clothes
Zoocci with the strings
Give life to the kid Geppetto
Cognac visetos
Brunch at Trocadéro
Stuff so many muscles feel like Brock Lesnar
I’m no wrestler I am restless
I throw bets on potential
Can’t only measure success
By low benches
My sense is the process shows best
Where you go next
Focus on no man hold self to the code set
no less
Nothing’s finished unless it’s started
Thats old gems
Pour some Chris’ for my dearly departed old man
I am still me in a Mazda 3
You still shrink in your mamas jeep
You get fees the masters me
You Toby I am Master P
That New Orleanian typa breed
My Psyche need balance
High key Maria Callas
The shanties leave us callous
Beer weed addicts
Hit a lick pack the demons
With us to the palace
And all you get is rich n*****
Dripping with the baggage
I promise!
I could write a bible verse and still get a Thomas
Haters burn idols don’t follow no commandments
Only one God but these kids breaking tablets
You really on drugs used to be they would bag it
Made French bread
When you was still calling it baguette
Pin bae legs on the wall Miles Morales
Savage!
On my Fred Hampton RIP Chadwick
Yeah yeah
I’ll lose all I got before I lose myself yeah
Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well
I wish them well
Your cart full of dreams when are you checking out
You weren’t talking about shows when you said you selling out
You got a lot of issues need some airing out
Stack all my money making ways I’ll never change the route yeah yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well
I wish them well.