Coffee Beans, Part II Grim Dave (Ft. DRAM)

[Verse 1: DP]
I say these niggas not really talking money, [?]
Shifty with the chrome, I'm accident prone
Through the valley of death where he vagrantly roams
Drunk staggering, I'm canned off a fifth of Patrón
In a foreign [?], I rob the rich while they watching the throne
With the swiftness grab the sword out the stone
I'm cut from the cloth of the scarf of Michael Corleone
With more shooters at my back than Attack of the Clones
My right hand is attached to a chrome
MAC-11 aiming at foes, you hoes pay me back what you owe
And I don't give a fuck if you gotta steal, kill, deal, or put your hoe on a stroll
And I'm gonna need a lil interest on that dough, nigga
Time and time again, I fucking told you niggas
That I don't even cater to nobody but no snow sniffers
At the compound for the tub man, my flow lift up
Drop to the lower deck then I flee out on the four wheeler

[Hook: D.R.A.M.]
What's different 'bout you and I
Is that you'd probably choose suicide
When I would choose do or die
When I look back at my life
I yell, "Whoa"
And then I duck and dodge doing time
Stumbled into all the shine
Reflections like, "Who am I?"
Who am I, Who am I
I yell, "Whoa"