cobra

my girl she a snake cobra and we mix the coke with that baking soda make her come the sofa and she want some coca and this beat a murda looking over my shoulder feel the air getting colder when I was in the system I was never a victim and I don't have that much wisdom but soon imma have my own kingdom and what if the white man wrote me a letter saying my life would get better I won't go in a stretcher put me in the casket yea I'm a bandit I just wanna die with bullet holes in my jacket and rocking the planet my heart has too much damage turn me too a savage hit your face with the hatchet put your body in gasoline and light the matches waking up with scratches I think I'm running outta chances and I love seeing a body turn to ashes pop a tab of acid I'm not down with the chit chatter pull up and see if your life matter I am a rapper real trapper and my homies a clapper and the cops wanna take me away tryna give me pay I just said go away okay and my bitch she obey my girl she a snake cobra and we mix the coke with the baling soda then she comes on the sofa