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Coka Situation Gang Team Larkin Back on my bullsh*t New York City's bad guy The streets crazy and this world is full of backstabbers They sat me down for a minute now I'm back at it Roll up a spliff a dead n***as askin'God to match it Everybody bout to get hit this sh*t is target practice I heard cuz got bodied like a week ago Ran in his crib got popped he ain't see the smoke Heard they was happy I was gone thought I was stuck in jail I'm fresh home off a half a million dollar bail Got the description we spliff 'em then watch the peoples cry Interrogated I waited made them believe a lie They probably think he the greatest cause he ain't meet his match Now everybody forgetting that Kooda B a rat Costamado couldn't fit in the trunk Heard n***as shot him 2010 he still ain't pick up a gun Pulled up on him outta pool shooting hell in the streets Caught him coming outta the store put some shells in his Jeep I ride around with two guns I'm well prepared for this sh*t And I remind them that they losing every chance that I get Kept on disrespecting the folks now everybody gone pay Every time we change up the game they asking how did you play I heard they lighting candles for (?) Bully your gang on Saratoga there ain't no hiding today I might just slide through the ten in the AM boy (?) can die with his gun just like (?) did boy Thought I was finished they could run and ain't no stopping the race F**k with the Crips f**k with the Bloods unless you dropping the rakes If I ain't do it myself then I must of participated All these n***as say they hate Coka most of these b*t*hes faked it Me and Gotti beat up Fivio, he ran out the store He made it back to Fort Greene before I came out the door They smoked Dee Savv in the yams now he leasing a honda That n***a moms should of made his daddy beat with a condom Famo snitched on Kooda then moved to Manhattan for safety Got b*t*hes love Coka them b*t*hes just happen to hate me P Gutta set himself on fire on island for money He mad old jewelry fake it's like he glad to be bummy Ain't you the Crips big homie then why you doing bad? I'm in the 90s shots fired ain't no shooting back My stomach growling I'm hungry I gotta eat today So something gotta give if Paul ain't got it Peter Pay How Coka talking all spicy but he ain't die yet? N***as sparked up Fetty and he ain't slide yet Lost my patience drop your location n***a what we doing? The bullets burnt you up f**k around that's another shooting And Rowdy come out home I hope that sh*t don't get to your head Just like Shiesty you just gone be another Crip n***a dead Sleepy Hallow scared in court and we was only gone beat him Caught Sheff mans on Buffalo lackin' and shot up they beamer Poppa the Don you a joke for switch siding the crew Then let you know you not Choo for d**k riding the Woo In this war you never shot and tried to give them an alley You signed a deal now you still broke living in Sally's In the streets I see a fan and still be taking pictures You went from Crip to Blood and Jay Dee locked for raping b*t*hes You ain't special I'm everybody K no picking or choosing I ain't rapping bout DOD no more them n***as been losing High out this world fire burning like an astroid 2 grams of sour with some grabba smoking fat boy Mixin' drinks I got it on me drinkin b*t*hes gon like me I'm usually on point plus I know my n***as they got me If I ever see O.P. that b*t*h gon turn to a homi Just like a blind kid swinging he ain't hitting nobody Buckle hit him (?) we was laughin Jeezy ain't never do a hit he had to keep on rapping I sent the message "let's link up" and he ain't write back Mauley G got beat up on camera, he ain't fight back Different Amiris every day feel like a week or two Lower your tone I am a boss watch who you speaking to Slide through Bamaz and once again somebody had to shoot you Some n***a shot some b*t*hes shot that was a ma**ive shooting Cruising through Linden spot an opp I'm yelling pa** the rooga Ace NumbaFive got his a** whopped by Black Adoya This my city I got the streets cause they ain't f**king with Coka Taking pictures dropping locations I ain't ducking the smoke Wipe your knees you looking dumb making songs about scrapp Y'all met in jail don't say y'all been knew him cause all of that's cap Bando slipping on Broadway walking right out the bar Could of shot him out the car but he was ducking from far On the real you jacked the ville but you ain't do sh*t Your music dirt we disappointed by your new sh*t I bet this n***a try to diss me for some clout to get lit Lite Feva probably mad at you for all of this sh*t And for once for you I let the way and made a major difference The best rapper coming from Brooklyn had to stay consistent Locked up I did what I wanted kept a scalpel tucked I came home these b*t*hes seen me and they just had to f**k Most of these n***as not outside they ain't even seen what happened They was crying they wasn't sliding n***as be dramatic Said I was broke I felt bored and bought a bigger chain (?) outside of (?) From New York back to Chicago we solidified The opps dying most of my problems are minimized Get shot for playing the middle you better pick a side Manipulate my surroundings and built an inter-prize Target practice it's hard to hit him so everybody get hit Smoke and drinking leaving the party tryna to slide with a b*t*h I heard there's money on my head from all the chains that I took Get the breesh and put in that pain I built a name in my hood Whats the bankest time to get busy n***a f**k the structure I'm still surrounded by killas and crazy motherf**kers They don't know but they be mad because they mans in a spliff I held it down and kept it going this the thanks that I get? I heard n***as was talking crazy where they at now? I set the tone to let these n***as know I'm back now (?) got crazy in the head and he caught a b*t*h fit Curly and Rah been quiet for that swish sh*t Oldhead said it's my time I really ran my block They say Coka be in the crib then how your mans get shot It's GDN no leaving out from Brownsville to the Bush Ain't nobody never outside cause all the Woo n***as shook Coka Its my city motherf**ker This my city motherf**kers Grrrr Grrrr Let the games begin Twirl Twirl Everybody K
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