In My System (feat. Boosie Badazz)

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

You lean the pot and scrape the bowl and you get dosed up

My mom and dad, they fucked around and made a boss

I clocked in when I was 12 and never clocked out (I couldn't clock out)

Tell me what you was doing when you was two, ****?

Did you know what was a straight shooter, ****?

13, walking around, mad, ready to shoot a ****

Say you came from shit, prove it, ****

I saw Dae Dae get them bricks and run straight through 'em, ****

Then I turn around and Dae Dae start smoking (Cocaine)

Fucking with a bitch and had his nose wide open (Cocaine)

I said I'd never do that

I said it's time for me to change shit, came up with another way to get rich

****, I'm my own big homie, got a couple OG's though

Speaking of OG's, have you ever seen sixty of these though?

All my cousins, they gang banging and selling crack

I learned early **** telling names, and that's a fact

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I ain't got no brain, daddy's sperm was full of cocaine

Cousin got life, they say he smashed a **** for a whole thing of cocaine

Crack rock in my mouth and the plastic

I spit it out and hustle, my main man was the Birdman

Motherfucker, RIP his killer

My cousin shoulda told me go to school and read my books

Instead, he took me to the kitchen and showed me how to cook

Coke in the living room, this no regular life

Selling crack to my own uncles for the regular price

Cold summers and long nights when we was moving that yike

.40 on me, driving at night while Tunechi tune that white

My trap house, I'm really telling you was full of coke and residue

They say coke and the ecstasy, if so it got the best of me

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system, yeah

I don't wanna hear a **** complaining about shit

I took off and I came up without shit

They said, "Will you change up?", I said, "Not for shit"

But I got zero tolerance for a **** or bitch

Mama and daddy, they doing good now

Nowadays, they telling me stay out the hood now

Daddy, he was drinking whiskey, and on that coke

Now, I'm smoking kush back to back and pouring four

I'm from where the strong get money, and the weak get exposed

I just sit back and observe, and be like these **** hoes

I had a bankroll before I had a name

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking veins

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system

I got cocaine running through my mother fucking system

Cocaine running through my mother fucking system, yeah