[Kirk Knight] Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin´ from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch ´em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin´ from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch ´em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
[Joey Bada$$] Gang with me in this bitch, ain´t no fear, woah (No fear) Push me to the edge and bitch I won´t spare none Get shot down (Shot), beat ya block down (Block) Said I´m ridin´ round the city with my top down Gang ´round me like a forcefield
We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth meal Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork still Ballin´ now, lil´ bitch, I must be on my fourth mill´, yeah I´m just livin´ life like I´m supposed to, yeah First class, sippin´ on mimosas, yeah Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah When you makin´ bread, you need a toaster, yeah
[Meechy Darko] I just fucked your girl, I should´ve posted it Text me the addy then I floated there Tongue out, Jordan on the open lane Thug it out, .40 with the scope and beam Don´t make me have to leave it smokin´, yeah Dead, soakin´ red
Paranoia, don´t get close to me I don´t even trust the niggas close to me
[Kirk Knight] Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin´ from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch ´em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin´ from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch ´em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
[Zombie Juice]
Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air You know that I want it, baby, bring that pussy here Hop out, you can smell it in the air Touch down, every city coast clear
[Erick The Architect] Flatbush nigga, trap, trap out on Nostrand, yeah Relatively, catch me where I´m posted, yeah Fuck from ´round me if you ´bout that ho shit My lil´ baby jumpin´ like a ocean, yeah
[Issa Gold] Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast I´ma bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke We been bustin´ rubber bands, lighters up at the shows
Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my strap Niggas steppin´ up to Joey, he don´t even gotta scrap Pow P, that´s my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC Z-O-M-B, y´all my niggas ´til the death, that´s on my back
[Nyck Caution] Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes They gon´ try to cop out, fuck it, I´m a pyro Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear Zombies, UA with me, and the Pros here, yeah
[Kirk Knight] Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin´ from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch ´em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin´ from the struggle, put a toast in the air Pop out, watch ´em all stare You a cop-out, you should grow a pair