Cookie Coma Lyrics - Untitled - Hodgy Beats

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