Cola Coca (feat. Zelooperz & Kenny Mason)

And your heart spoke my name

Bringing so much joy to a lonely boy

Your love is mmm, mm, good

I put—, I put—, I put on for my city

Get cold like January, December, and February

Yeah, them drugs they give me hugs, but it's only temporary

Pimpin' off blood, hustlin' off bud

Gettin' bags off paint, it's hereditary

I cannot pass out none of my cornbread

Bitch, that ain't necessary

Bitch, I'm good, my mama cookin' that soul food and she goin' to invite me over

I swear these **** see me down bad and they just try to roll me over

See that **** on the Panasonic, you see him spitting just like Ebola

Slanging that pack, got crack in my raps, these bitches thought it was Coca-Cola

The life I live right now ain't nothin'

**** used to piss in a bucket

Heat the crib up like oven

Sugar on grits, eat dinner, it's scrumptious

Gotta keep love in abundance

The closest ones to you be the ones that'll bust ya'

Gotta take your time, be rushin'

You the type of **** to never ask a **** for nothin'

Yeah, **** at the CITGO sticked up

Ain't no stick up, we shootin' like pick-up

I don't sell bricks, money got me bricked up

I ain't hit a lick since "Hit" got picked up

R.I.P. Keed, **** in the 3 got RPG's

Y'all be sweet

Money roll through, no car keys needed

Last time we seen y'all, y'all retreated

Earth spinnin' on a ****'s fingertips

Fingerin' the clip, middle finger flip

Glock sleepin' underneath the pillow

Trip and sing Aretha, see the Reaper reach and rip

Dope stank, all on my plain clothes

They from my big bro's stank

Hairpin trigger like Rogaine

No pain, ****, no gain