(feat. Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane) [Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2] All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Young Cash:] Yeah, I
: (feat. Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane) [Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2] All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Young Cash:] Yeah,
niggas Yeah, and fuck these bitches I swear I care about everything b-but these bitches I-I don't care, I, so what? These bitches And I put Young Mula
, my grind's my life My life's my hood, my home is slums My boys is deep, hoes is young Funk is here, I'm out the way I stash the cash for that rainy
face and leave ya clean cut shirt wet, and jet 'Cuz I'll smack the shit outta ya bitch ass you wanna run to the one's Tell 'em about the cash and the
niggers, cause i see you blue in the face, yeah, bitch i see you lose to the case! bitch ass nigger, you just not catching enough cocaine, it?s sod money
of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash
science so don't front, Cause Brooklyn won't front, naw, we don't front, In fact, it's gettin' like a daily operation, Cenilish born represents my young
three days, believe what we say Niggas be shootin' that shit in they van, some of 'em sellin' it The rest of 'em sniff the cocaine, high off that yellow shit Young
, it was a set up Lockin' all the young homies up Gettin' 'em all shot dead in the streets, straight set up I remember when the world went crazy Crack cocaine
waste it It's your life, don't don't be stupid dope 'Cause when you waste it Now, I come from, the Oakland town Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down Young
I heard it before, you heard it too But now, homeboy, it's just me and you You see, people try to call us filthy trash Even though we live better and make mo' cash
[ VERSE 1 ] Now.. I come from the Oakland town Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down Young brothers my age making dollars so long Drive a brand
? I rap my none stop rhymes You will never hear pause when I say these lines So go on and on, I'm Sir Too $hort Just what you've been lookin' for Like PCP or pure cocaine
shoes, stoopid swag Rubber bands, duffle bags, small bills, trash bags Apple chain on my neck, you know that cost stoopid cash Maserati for the wash, that's that foolish cash
another blunt for these actors Cuz imma put fear in the factor Clack ya Agony! Niggas gotta pay for the ecstasy Especially when I cook it up with the cocaine [Young
