Hodgy Beats - Cookie Coma lyrics

Okay, Okay Everybody celebrate like it's a holiday Let me guide the way, no it isn't fathers day Or mothers day but the other day I had a dream I wasn't K He slang that yay got done away In the rectum of the hood and I ain't sprung to say Guns don't protect them for the good But they f**in' spray Afrochines sucha bad cold dream I'm dreamin' it's reality, it struggles and it battles me They wanna fry me like they battered me I'm a diamond they can't shatter me Through casualty I'm' actively transparent to a brand clarence I probably would be deceased if it wasn't for my grandparents Papa was a pastor, grandma the pastor's wife Slit your writs and swallow knives, b**h it's super six for life I'm too legit for life, I should get a grip and die f**in' take a trip and fly and never come down I be in my own world, gold teeth in my crown b**h I travel round the world, like n***a f** yo' town Paper plane takin' off soon as it touch yo' ground Who said the lost boys a never be found You speakin' down on odd future, it's a f**in' pronoun Twenty-one in the league ho I'm a f**in' pro now You mainstream n***as, slow down I turn this to a ho down Wavin' that four-four round, empty all of those rounds On some wild wild wild west sh** d**h will probably be next pick to exit I'm sick of all these bullsh** hoes, I got responsibilities She feelin' me as I'm fe- feelin' on her tititites To do infinity, I'm the remedy to a penalty For once I take this sh** genially, generally I'm takin' shots like Kennedy, like f** the enemy Whatever enters me is meant to be, I am what I eat Brocoli pasta, rotisserie, dark meat Smoke weed till I feel my heart beat Drink like a alchohlicly close fit from out the closet The art belongs to whoever draws it, at heart I'm an artist Who knows his flow is flawless I got affection for whatever the cause is, who caused it (lemme know, lemme know) Yeah