[Intro]
Zoocci Coke Dope
He's the dealer
[Hook: Zoocci Coke Dope]
I don’t trust nobody
Feel like all my niggas switching on me
All my life I just been chasing money
I could never live my life in peace
I feel like Pablo (x3)
Man I feel like Pablo
I feel like Pablo (x3)
Man I feel like Pablo
[Verse 1: Timothy CODE]
(CROWNBoy)
Now, What If I Told You
That Everything You Can Imagine is Prolly Real
And What If I Told You
There's No Way around It
That You Gotta Really Deal
With All of the Bull Shit
And All of the Fake
That No One's A Giver
They All Wanna Take
Percentage of Pie
That They Didn’t Bake
They Hit You with Lies
Like Icing on Cake
I mean, I don't really Get It
Am I no longer worth the Credit?
Can I no longer make a Living?
Is This Rap Shit just a Gimmick?
I mean, I don't Feel It
They Say They Love You
But Even the Love for You Done Got a Limit
You Gave ‘Em Trust, They Made a Weapon
You Say You Got It, but Got No Aggression
They took the L's, Straight out the Lesson
Thought You took off, But You still in Check-In
And You Put Your Heart, in Every Session
Like this was a Drug, and You been Addicted
My Spirit was Low, In need of Some Lifting
Like Who Can You Call, When No one will listen?
You came here to Ball, Ain't Playing for Seconds
You been in the Light, so Why You feel Hidden (Tell ‘Em)
When The Aim is Costly
And You Acting Bossy
Better Tread Softly
Is it Worth The Glory?
When Your Girl is Lonely
And You Lost A Homie
And the Fans are Calling
Where The Albu- Uh
Where The Album, Homie?
Where The Album, Homie?
And Only Those that Know Me
Know That I don't……………
Zoocci Coke Dope
He's the dealer
[Hook: Zoocci Coke Dope]
I don’t trust nobody
Feel like all my niggas switching on me
All my life I just been chasing money
I could never live my life in peace
I feel like Pablo (x3)
Man I feel like Pablo
I feel like Pablo (x3)
Man I feel like Pablo
[Verse 1: Timothy CODE]
(CROWNBoy)
Now, What If I Told You
That Everything You Can Imagine is Prolly Real
And What If I Told You
There's No Way around It
That You Gotta Really Deal
With All of the Bull Shit
And All of the Fake
That No One's A Giver
They All Wanna Take
Percentage of Pie
That They Didn’t Bake
They Hit You with Lies
Like Icing on Cake
I mean, I don't really Get It
Am I no longer worth the Credit?
Can I no longer make a Living?
Is This Rap Shit just a Gimmick?
I mean, I don't Feel It
They Say They Love You
But Even the Love for You Done Got a Limit
You Gave ‘Em Trust, They Made a Weapon
You Say You Got It, but Got No Aggression
They took the L's, Straight out the Lesson
Thought You took off, But You still in Check-In
And You Put Your Heart, in Every Session
Like this was a Drug, and You been Addicted
My Spirit was Low, In need of Some Lifting
Like Who Can You Call, When No one will listen?
You came here to Ball, Ain't Playing for Seconds
You been in the Light, so Why You feel Hidden (Tell ‘Em)
When The Aim is Costly
And You Acting Bossy
Better Tread Softly
Is it Worth The Glory?
When Your Girl is Lonely
And You Lost A Homie
And the Fans are Calling
Where The Albu- Uh
Where The Album, Homie?
Where The Album, Homie?
And Only Those that Know Me
Know That I don't……………
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