[00:00.000] 作词 : Jahseh Onfroy/Jo Vaughn Virginie/Matthew Jefferson/ChansliN
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jahseh Onfroy/Jo Vaughn Virginie/Matthew Jefferson/ChansliN
[00:04.010]Coca!ne
[00:05.055]Coca!ne
[00:08.033]Coca!ne
[00:08.451]Coca!ne
[00:11.011]Two shots for me and ****in' Jesus himself
[00:13.675]Who the **** signed the petition giving Jesus the belt?
[00:16.261]Tie it around his neck and get to ****ing bucklin' up
[00:19.082]For every moment I counted on him, I'm ****in' him up
[00:21.799]Torture victims are due to s*******es, it's written as such
[00:24.829]So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut
[00:27.442]Cut his tongue out and hammered ****in' nails in his skull
[00:30.393]Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so
[00:34.077]If there's a ****ing heaven, I wanna slit his ****ing throa
[00:36.872]And feed his organs to the children
[00:39.197]And shower solutions to the black and the white
[00:42.018]And endless indulgence to the youth in the night
[00:44.447]Cold s*******e, we all used to be causin' a rut
[00:47.112]Drownin' women and many children and pillaging trust
[00:50.090]Just a man who murdered many in sake of himself
[00:52.885]He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf
[00:56.568]Slow dancin' with the devil in a burnin' room
[00:59.363]Two-steppin' ahead until they lock me in a tomb
[01:01.897]Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb
[01:04.588]Satan preyin' on me, she been throwin' souls inside the wombs
[01:07.304]Life shouldn't eat you up, spit you out, beat you up
[01:10.648]But, b***h, the third eye stay open, don't think I blink enoug
[01:13.417]Maybe I see too much, baby, I can't call it
[01:16.238]I need my soul in these bars like a alcoholic
[01:18.955]I can't trust nobody
[01:20.418]I put that on my mind, soul, and my whole body
[01:23.265]I see demons, and there's nothin' they don't know about me
[01:26.086]No matter how much I try to hide, they gon' find me
[01:28.908]So now I never run from it 'cause I come from it
[01:31.755]I never lied, I resides in the beast's stomach
[01:34.524]I looked the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin'
[01:37.345]I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep cummin', keep cummin'
[01:41.708]I just found out family and enemies could be different
[01:44.137]I was steppin' over syringes that's in my kitchen
[01:47.011]After mama died, I couldn't go to the bathroom
[01:49.858]Without getting some second-hand niggas high while pissin
[01:52.575]This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with
[01:55.370]What you know about coming home to your shit missin
[01:58.191]And finding out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it
[02:01.012]This is just me paintin' addiction
[02:02.919]These niggas took Xannies, Percs, edibles, and a bea
[02:06.080]Niggas stole my denim jeans, Dinner Thieves DVD, literally anythin
[02:09.397]Food I bought from the vending machine
[02:10.991]Credit card crack any door like janitor keys
[02:13.185]Niggas even took credit for the man I would be (Ah
[02:15.406]And if I let him, he would probably take 20 percent, manager fee
[02:18.880]I'm so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy
[02:21.727]Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve
[02:24.470]I got blood on the ****in' leaves of my family tree
[02:27.422]Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for m
[02:30.269]I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me
[02:32.986]She lost her whole damn life from symptoms of poverty
[02:35.781]Grew up with Crown Fried Chicken cloggin' my arteries
[02:38.576]Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave
[02:41.502]It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin' me
[02:43.409]Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfillin' prophecy
[02:46.465]This just how I introduce myself properly
[02:48.999]Kemba

作词 : Jahseh Onfroy/Jo Vaughn Virginie/Matthew Jefferson/ChansliN
作曲 : Jahseh Onfroy/Jo Vaughn Virginie/Matthew Jefferson/ChansliN
Coca!ne
Coca!ne
Coca!ne
Coca!ne
Two shots for me and ****in' Jesus himself
Who the **** signed the petition giving Jesus the belt?
Tie it around his neck and get to ****ing bucklin' up
For every moment I counted on him, I'm ****in' him up
Torture victims are due to s*******es, it's written as such
So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut
Cut his tongue out and hammered ****in' nails in his skull
Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so
If there's a ****ing heaven, I wanna slit his ****ing throa
And feed his organs to the children
And shower solutions to the black and the white
And endless indulgence to the youth in the night
Cold s*******e, we all used to be causin' a rut
Drownin' women and many children and pillaging trust
Just a man who murdered many in sake of himself
He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf
Slow dancin' with the devil in a burnin' room
Two-steppin' ahead until they lock me in a tomb
Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb
Satan preyin' on me, she been throwin' souls inside the wombs
Life shouldn't eat you up, spit you out, beat you up
But, b***h, the third eye stay open, don't think I blink enoug
Maybe I see too much, baby, I can't call it
I need my soul in these bars like a alcoholic
I can't trust nobody
I put that on my mind, soul, and my whole body
I see demons, and there's nothin' they don't know about me
No matter how much I try to hide, they gon' find me
So now I never run from it 'cause I come from it
I never lied, I resides in the beast's stomach
I looked the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin'
I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep cummin', keep cummin'
I just found out family and enemies could be different
I was steppin' over syringes that's in my kitchen
After mama died, I couldn't go to the bathroom
Without getting some second-hand niggas high while pissin
This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with
What you know about coming home to your shit missin
And finding out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it
This is just me paintin' addiction
These niggas took Xannies, Percs, edibles, and a bea
Niggas stole my denim jeans, Dinner Thieves DVD, literally anythin
Food I bought from the vending machine
Credit card crack any door like janitor keys
Niggas even took credit for the man I would be (Ah
And if I let him, he would probably take 20 percent, manager fee
I'm so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy
Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve
I got blood on the ****in' leaves of my family tree
Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for m
I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me
She lost her whole damn life from symptoms of poverty
Grew up with Crown Fried Chicken cloggin' my arteries
Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave
It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin' me
Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfillin' prophecy
This just how I introduce myself properly
Kemba