Cookie Coma

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 fuckin' 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, Bitch it's super

six for life

I'm too legit for life, I should get a grip and die

Fuckin' take a trip and fly and never come down

I be in my own world, gold teeth in my crown

Bitch I travel round the world, like nigga fuck 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 fuckin' pronoun

Twenty-one in the league ho I'm a fuckin' pro now

You mainstream niggas, 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 shit

Death will probably be next pick to exit

I'm sick of all these bullshit 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 shit genially, generally

I'm takin' shots like Kennedy, like fuck 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