Cocaine

Got two guns on me one of them jam
Ain't take mathematics just to understand that all it takes
One finger i got 10 on my hands use a king
I'm a killer that'll run up in your throne
My chrome about the size of a toblerone
I'm gone once i pop the trigger
I ain't tell until im rich i came in the game for the cars and bricks
And the m16 with dirty bullet clips see it in my eyes
Who can tell you ain't this
Bet your bottom dollar i ain't leaving till i'm rich
All your rap is up increase that is hating on the world
Hating on my team cause you probably fucking your girl
Hating on Mad Clip cause i make you hurl
But every time you hear my rap your head wanna twirl
And these critics that wanna end my scene
Fuck your opinion you can never stop my dream
I want dollars and all the cream big cars houses
What it seems shit i can't live broke for too long
I spent hour after hours staring at wall
Took so many hits that mostly would fall
Crashed so many times that most seems [?]
Cook you on the mouth fish like fish
I gonna get rich by age of twenty six
If you don't believe me too
I came in the game for the cars and bricks and the m16
With dirty bullet clips see it in my eyes
Bet your bottom dollar i ain't leaving till i'm rich