Curtis Heron - Coffee Beans, Part II lyrics

[Verse 1: DP] I say these n***as not really talking money, [?] Shifty with the chrome, I'm accident prone Through the valley of d**h where he vagrantly roams Drunk staggering, I'm canned off a fifth of Patrón In a foreign [?], I rob the rich while they watching the throne With the swiftness grab the sword out the stone I'm cut from the cloth of the scarf of Michael Corleone With more shooters at my back than Attack of the Clones My right hand is attached to a chrome MAC-11 aiming at foes, you hoes pay me back what you owe And I don't give a f** if you gotta steal, k**, deal, or put your hoe on a stroll And I'm gonna need a lil interest on that dough, n***a Time and time again, I f**ing told you n***as That I don't even cater to nobody but no snow sniffers At the compound for the tub man, my flow lift up Drop to the lower deck then I flee out on the four wheeler [Hook: D.R.A.M.] What's different 'bout you and I Is that you'd probably choose suicide When I would choose do or die When I look back at my life I yell, "Whoa" And then I duck and dodge doing time Stumbled into all the shine Reflections like, "Who am I?" Who am I, Who am I I yell, "Whoa" [Verse 2: DP] DP the lone shooter You n***as clones, you storm troopers En route to the mula, move like a puma Twin Rugers and an Armani suit And I send shots from the MAC out the Aston Martin coupe I finesse your mama for her Honda, so anonymous Trapper of the year, number one top finalist My b**h fine like your homie big sister Glock .40 big and black, I call it Sonny Liston Go ahead and set it up, see me on projectile Style so Jura**ic that I clash with the reptiles I'm from the gritty where n***as shooting for your kidneys And n***as might rob your mama for the pennies or the Fendi In my city these n***as actin' mad silly That's why I'm never lackin' and keeping extra MACs with me I chug the 'Ac as I whip the 'Lac swiftly Commit the crime, the usual suspects is out with me [Hook: D.R.A.M.] What's different 'bout you and I Is that you'd probably choose suicide When I would choose do or die When I look back at my life I yell, "Whoa" And then I duck and dodge doing time Stumbled into all the shine Reflections like, "Who am I?" Who am I, Who am I I yell, "Whoa"