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  • 5 Star Classic

    0 0%
  • 4 Star Banger

    4 80.00%
  • 3 Star Decent

    1 20.00%
  • 2 Star Boring

    0 0%
  • 1 Star Wack

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Thread: Coke - Track Review

  1. #1

    Default Coke - Track Review




    Da Beathoven


    Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy
    Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely
    All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s
    It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters
    Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors
    Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at?
    You know we cool and we Darth Vaders
    Always in black uniforms, rocking Clarks and sharp gators
    Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking
    Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake Satan
    How many of us it take paper and start a war
    It's like starting up a store that sell aces
    All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage
    Black glove-seses, leathers and glass lovers
    Introduce these leaders, wanna take money
    These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus


    Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
    The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
    They lift the weight up in snow plains
    You sniff an eighth up in your brain
    The coke, the coka, the cocaine
    The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
    The prices rise like some propane
    The nicest guys become so fame


    Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth
    It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off
    Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dash board
    Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk
    Grew up on the asphalt, tryna get my grams off
    Watch for the hand off, I'ma get my plans off
    Like you and your mans off, everybody huddle up
    Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up
    A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up
    My old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major things
    Made it this far, kid, the God got on angel wings
    Every time the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad gross
    Two cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroad
    Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal
    Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow
    Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns



    Ever since a little youth, I've been bent on stoops, sipping gin and juice
    In the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoops
    Roll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupes
    Grimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlled
    Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe
    Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof
    Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing
    Skeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphims
    Telegram packages distributed through the whole hood
    Tell him this racket is bad for him but it's so good
    Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt clean
    Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13
    I got my mind in focus, where you never been at
    How you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's at
    Fuck the fortune and the glamor, I don't need no fame
    I piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka




  2. #2


    Something way too familiar about this, voted decent

  3. #3


    quality track,love the beat,it suits rae and uey well,always in my playlist

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