cope Lyrics

Ay love the smell of kush fresh outta the plastic

Got no time to pray, got to pack that handbasket

Faded till the day that I drop that's the tactic

Tell the devil put a subwoofer in my casket

I don't give a fuck about what's in the Dutch just tryna cope

Load my vices in the chamber I see money through the scope

Tryna make it through the night I'm blowing clouds until I float

Kept my dreams next to a lighter, no surprises when there's smoke

I got funds in hiding places, hear em whisper through walls

I took drugs to higher places, rolling dollars in stalls

We got prices to pay, I don't judge not my call

No one prays for angels when they fall

Never cornered

Thin ice in the Bay, went LA where's it's warmer

Gassing in my prime, I might be a transformer

Rolled me a dozen, smoked all 12, Chris Dorner

These scripts not from Warner

I don't give a fuck about what's in the Dutch just tryna cope

Load my vices in the chamber I see money through the scope

Tryna make it through the night I'm blowing clouds until I float

Kept my dreams next to a lighter, no surprises when there's smoke

I don't give a fuck about what's in the Dutch just tryna cope

Load my vices in the chamber I see money through the scope

Tryna make it through the night I'm blowing clouds until I float

Kept my dreams next to a lighter, no surprises when there's smoke

No one from my city got this drive I guess I'll be the one

Ooh, that got em mad, go prove me wrong, who's close to me? None

I've been taking trips while I'm inside, I barely see the sun

Ex don't like the 9 across my lap, and I don't mean a gun

I'm on a new level

It feels like I'm Gosling when I push that pedal

My ego's all neon, I'm Shinji, all metal

I might lose my mind from the shine of that bezel

I don't give a fuck about what's in the Dutch just tryna cope

Load my vices in the chamber I see money through the scope

Tryna make it through the night I'm blowing clouds until I float

Kept my dreams next to a lighter, no surprises when there's smoke

I don't give a fuck about what's in the Dutch just tryna cope

Load my vices in the chamber I see money through the scope

Tryna make it through the night I'm blowing clouds until I float

Kept my dreams next to a lighter, no surprises when there's smoke