Narcissism (Feat. Youngstacpt)

Zoocci Coke Dope he's the dealer

Take a little sip, let go, don’t feel pain, oh yeah
If it all burn down, I’ll have my pride and soul yeah
Life’s been moving so fast, outta my control yeah
Trapped in a maze with nowhere else to go

Big rocks, big rings, big chain yeah
Big racks, big rings, big chains
How you gon’ talk like you mad at us?
The diamonds you rocking from Africa
Why you gon’ talk like you mad at us
The diamonds we rocking from Africa

I like big ass on my lap
I don’t hang with niggas that rap
I cannot handle the cap
I wasn’t planning to rap
Don’t stress about money, I get it, I spend, I know that I’m gon’ make it back
Fill up my piggy with racks
Fill up the cribby with plaques
I don’t hang with bitches that talk about niggas that rap
Niggas are haters, I promise I cannot adapt
Relations with money are toxic, I get too attached
We are not homies so I am not giving you daps
The plug is the homie, I’m smoking and chilling, he weighing and filling the pack
Came in the game and I got me some plaques
I’m like, damn it I don’t even rap
I feel like most of these niggas need the GPS when they get on the map
Niggas that don’t even rap
They dripping, I’m closing the tap

Take a little sip, let go, don’t feel pain, oh yeah
If it all burn down, I’ll have my pride and soul yeah
Life’s been moving so fast outta my control yeah
Trapped in a maze with nowhere else to go

Big rocks, big rings, big chain yeah
Big racks, big rings, big chains
How you gon’ talk like you mad at us?
The diamonds you rocking from Africa
Why you gon’ talk like you mad at us
The diamonds we rocking from Africa

Ever since I got in the hip hop game
I’ve been an imposter, you make false claims
Saying that I’ve changed and I’ve lost my way
To God I pray, one day I’ll lay in a coffin
Until then our ground won’t be common
Smoke dope trees and I choked on the pollen
The rose on the side of the street won’t blossom
If your feet step on it
Stomp the yard ‘cause bar for bar, I’ve gone too far
You on your marks, so start your car
Caviar in Zanzibar, small but large
Your rap facade a glass mirage
I broke the vase and broke her heart
I lost my chance and I did it in Afrikaans
And no I’m not like these rap naaiers
So don’t perceive me as that, naaiers
You still got a lot to learn
It takes two stones to kill a mockingbird
And when I dropped a verse (What happened?)
They at a loss for words
Punchlines give you a K.O
Looking for the gold and the rainbow
Our 24 hours are the same though
But I just think yours went to waste though
Because klein bros hate the main ous

Take a little sip, let go, don’t feel pain, oh yeah
If it all burn down, I’d have my pride and soul yeah
Life’s been moving so fast outta my control yeah
Trapped in a maze with nowhere else to go

Big rocks, big rings, big chain yeah
Big racks, big rings, big chains
How you gon’ talk like you mad at us?
The diamonds you rocking from Africa
Why you gon’ talk like you mad at us
The diamonds we rocking from Africa yeah