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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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