COPING MECHANISM Lyrics

Wooo Ultra Yea, yea Yea, yea, yea I was using drugs as a coping mechanism then

I got addicted I was going back n forth with myself this nigga just don't listen

Thirty-Thousand thirty-minutes Naylor Road by the station

I'm only here one time go head snap a picture Im on thirty-milli's

Don't question (aw nah) if my eyes flicker

Oh my God she told me she want a young fly nigga

Say you looking for almighty then you looking at him 500 QP this that Bay candy

I promise that I'm not you niggas I'm not you nigga Not you niggas I'm not you nigga

Sometimes I say my pro's name on the first greeting

Why I go to sleep off the drugs I savor every minute

Its like a mini-farmer's market all this cherry lemon

I don't know a limit, til I hit it

How you acting out of shape and I ain't even bend yah

Run right through the line of fire, like Smith Emmitt If the foot don't fit then it ain't my kicks

If it don't walk with a limp then it ain't my kid

30 hundreds, Molly, condoms in my daily kit & thats when I was nineteen

Pink 10's like BBC Ice Cream's I'm high strung, irritable and out of reach

I hit the OP's then the pussy then went back to sleep I get-I get racks for free

I was using drugs as a coping mechanism then I got addicted

I was going back n forth with myself this nigga just don't listen

I was using drugs as a coping mechanism then I got addicted

I was going back n forth with myself this nigga just don't listen

I was using drugs as a coping mechanism then I got addicted I was going back n forth with myself this nigga just don't listen