Coke with Ice

Okay, whoa Cats back home hating saying shit to be saying shit (saying shit) Paperless, I'm in Miami in the mall like an alien With illegal aliens Brazilians Panamanians You don't got a dime bitch in yo' radius, gotta question yo' waviness Take up a new hobby, nah, you probably wasn't made for this (no) Crucify you on the vinyl, catch a body on the laser disc Fly yo' head on the cassette, my rep solid, no holes in mine If the shows isn't popping, the stove is fine if I'm so inclined Regardless, I'm doing overtime, barely sleep to get a stack Moving around the map so much, I wake up forgetting where I'm at Drop a slab, it's ingles sin barreras mixed with pantera Went from Peter Pan to panemera pocket on Panera He the one you should beware of in the booth with a pair of Parakeets any parody, we should introduce you to cherubs To the crew, you like food if you in yo' ear buds (uh-huh) Talking 'bout you shooting a fair one (yeah, a'ight) My shit could burn through the plastic twice Unmatched, why trap it for the asking price? (Why?) Did damage, God could ban us from the afterlife Package like you could die faster if you asking right (yup) So real, we oughta tax it twice No frills, yo' shit lacking, you took bad advice (yup) Top of the hill, looking down like I mastered life Got it cracking like coke in a glass with ice (what) It's all love, I been eating, came from government cheese I do nothing egregious, I keep on flooding the pieces They keep typing shit salty, I stay paid on a plane You could Cash App me now, I hit ya tape with the flames Or you could hit up Christine, then I could get you some streams I might know someone who know someone who could get you key I paid most of my dues, and all them shit wasn't cheap Nah, don't talk to me rude, I'll make yo' fitted miskeen Mistoleen and Mr. Clean on the bracelets, I can't shake it off Paper long, the plate he lacing you with, that's Filet Mignon I played the swamp, came out floral in full bloom Had to sweat over the stove at first holding a wooden spoon I bon appétit on 'em, Jerry Hellers want a piece of him Unbelievable, where was you when no one believed in this? The right ingredients, y'all shit modified with corn syrup Turned my life to Heaven on earth, although I'm still Lord fearing (what) My shit could burn through the plastic twice Unmatched, why trap it for the asking price? (Why?) Did damage, God could ban us from the afterlife Package like you could die faster if you asking right (yup) So real, we oughta tax it twice No frills, yo' shit lacking, you took bad advice (yup) Top of the hill, looking down like I mastered life Got it cracking like coke in a glass with ice (what) When you in a Lamba, you just know You don't gotta question it I try to them from Jump Could you imagine?