text: Cocaine
  Cocaine
  Two shots for me and fuckin Jesus himself
  Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt?
  Tie it around his neck and get to fucking bucklin up
  For every moment I counted on him, Im fuckin him up
  Torture victims are due to scriptures, its written and such
  So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut
  Cut his tongue out and hammered fuckin nails in his skull
  Couldnt see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so
  If theres a fucking , I wanna slit his fucking throat
  And feed his organs to the children
  And shower solutions to the black and the white
  And endless indulgence to the youth in the night
  Cult scripture, were all used to be causin a ruck
  Drownin women and many children and pillaging trust
  Just the minimum, murdered many in sake of himself
  He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf
  Slow dancin with the devil in a burnin room
  Two-steppin ahead until they lock me in a tomb
  Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb
  Satan preyin on me, she been throwin souls inside the wombs
  Life shouldnt eat you up, spit you out, beat you up
  But, bitch, the third eye stay open, dont think I blink enough
  Maybe I see too much, baby, I cant call it
  I leave my soul in these bars like a alcoholic
  I cant trust nobody
  Ill put that on my mind, soul, and my whole body
  I see demons, and theres nothin they dont know about me
  No matter how much I try to hide, they gon find me
  So now I never run from it cause I come from it
  I never lied, I resides in the beasts stomach
  I looked the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin
  I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep cummin, keep cummin
  I just found out family and enemies could be different
  I was steppin over syringes thats in my kitchen
  After mama died, I couldnt go to the bathroom
  Without gettin some second-hand heroin high while pissin
  This is just me paintin a picture of what I live with
  What you know about comin home to your shit missin
  And findin out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it?
  This is just me paintin addiction
  These niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean
  Niggas stole my denim jeans, Den of Thieves DVD, literally anything
  Food I bought from the vending machine
  Credit card crack any door like janitor keys
  Niggas even took credit for the man I would be 
  And if I let him, he would probably take twenty percent, manager fee
  Im so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy
  Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve
  I got blood on the fuckin leaves of my family tree
  Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me
  I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me
  She lost her whole damn life from symptoms of poverty
  Grew up with Crown Fried Chicken cloggin my arteries
  Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave
  It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin me
  Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfillin prophecy
  This just how I introduce myself properly
  Kemba