Adrian & Billie ft. Kofi Cooks Lyrics

Alberta nights, smelling like burning pipes

Junkies head on a nod, the drugs conducting they life

My aunty sang at her own funeral, the shit was nice

They found her dead after 2 days of rotting, it turned me ice

Every time we popped in the summer she gave me life

She would hug me, then say a prayer and kiss me twice

I wouldn't of had it all, probably be ending up turning trife

With a Glock breaking all hell loose, and then I slide

Like what you spend your ends on, boss shit Renzo

Seat back, feeling good as hell like Lizzo

Foggy in my viewpoint (Haaaa) and put the lens on

King Wess and young King like Kev Hart and Kenzo

Pressures from the world but you magic hand my mental

It kill me, you outline my body with a stencil

Big chef, niggas tryna see what time my wrist on

World Clocks, King meals And Sherlocks come figure it out

Said I'm so 90's bitch I'm Hot Wheels, MJ and Pac still

Sipping Ninja Turtle, Donny washing advils

I'm rolling out my hurdles, see em stretch a Mile

Tapping on my pockets, Massey Kyle

I done left some people out in the cold, and they hate me I know

But when it's toxic then it's better to go

So I operate on movements ima mogul my own

And turn Portland Oregon to the next Rolling Stone

Conceal my intentions, Mothafuck a pension

Cause everyday a payday when you do the aforementioned

Double digit numbers for the niggas out here pimping

So why y'all steady telling all y'all business

All my brothers bond when they 007 missions

Sharpened to the gristle, I'm likely to sever fishes

Turned them shits to oceans, we started off just with ditches

He ain't never banged but he started off for them bitches

Could of avoided a halo if he got his senses

Blood start to boil with anger thinking about lil Chris Chris

He was never macho, but he was filled with wisdom

Anybody popping could of gave him ism

Racist system caught and lynched him

Drained his ass out in the kitchen

Floating up to heaven cause he gambled everything on wishing

30, 000 Feet just ain't enough to go up there and get him

Thinking if I die at least I'll see the people I been missing

Wish that I can pop it with my Grand Dad

Or wish that I can take Aunty Billie to get a handbag

Knowing I can't see em is weighing me like a sandbag

Like the hands of death seen my family and then ransacked

And I can't get my fam back

Said I'm so 90's bitch I'm Hot Wheels, MJ and Pac still

Sipping Ninja Turtle, Donny washing Advils

I'm rolling out my hurdles, see em stretch a Mile

Tapping on my pockets, Massey Kyle

I done left some people out in the cold, and they hate me I know

But when it's toxic then it's better to go

So I operate on movements ima mogul my own

And turn Portland Oregon to the next Rolling Stones

And still I'm 90's bitch I'm Hot Wheels, MJ and Pac still

Sipping Ninja Turtle, Donny washing advils

I'm rolling out my hurdles, see em stretch a Mile

Tapping on my pockets, Massey Kyle

I done left some people out in the cold, and they hate me I know

But when it's toxic then it's better to go

So I operate on movements ima mogul my own

And turn Portland Oregon to the next Rolling Stones