GARY COLEMAN (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: HOU WOULDA THOUGHT - 2019)

I-I-I just left the trap, foreign mention Gary Coleman, uh
Don't care 'bout the tag, you know that I can afford it, uh
And I'm living fast, living life like I'm in sport mode
We gotta walk with the strap, we ain't into doing chokeholds
I just got a strap, ripping shirts like its Hulk Hogan
Now I'm in the trap, pressing keys like I'm Beethoven
How they hate on me? Pushing foreigns that ain't stolen
They tryna vanish me by putting poison in my potion

Yo, uh
We turn a two in a four
I'm out of town, selling, feel like a store
Uh, the feds did a raid on my tour
Wonder why I don't show up anymore?
Uh, I do not show no remorse
She give me brain like a motherfucking dork
Uh, I make like ten of a chorus
Good thing I know that my music important, ah
They ain't think the same, no more
Been in the game since I went and got off the porch
He ain't the same, no more
Close his eyes and now he seen a corpse
I'm who to blame, of course?
Dripping and spitting that fire, I feel like a torch
Lot to be grateful for
We winning and both of us living, so it could be worse
Been a bad boy, I've been up in that bando, uh
Dealt with handcuffs, that shit feel like bad luck, uh
Trap on Samsung, wrap him up like Santa, uh
Got no manners, make me look less handsome, uh
This is madness, I was marching to the mansion
I'm fly, Aladdin, like baby be my Jasmine
And I'm not bragging, I whip dope with a passion
Run plays like Madden, you had it but that's past tense
Yeah, uh
We going up this shit like the Behemoth
And if I said it, you know that I mean it
Pour up a four up in a two-liter
Cronem love playing with .40's and Nina's
These are designers, I treat 'em like beaters
Turn that bitch into a eater
Hit that bitch like Derek Jeter
I heard they said that it's cheaper to keep her
And I'm with Bvlly, we making a heater
With that Glizzy, feel like reaper
Sliding it back, pulling the lever
Shawty was wack, leave it to beaver
I need a ticket, not out the meter
Making a movie, not out the theatre
Baby, I'm hot, not with a fever
You pay a lot, I get it cheaper

I-I-I just left the trap, foreign mention Gary Coleman, uh
Don't care 'bout the tag, you know that I can afford it, uh
And I'm living fast, living life like I'm in sport mode
We gotta walk with the strap, we ain't into doing chokeholds
I just got a strap, ripping shirts like its Hulk Hogan
Now I'm in the trap, pressing keys like I'm Beethoven
How they hate on me? Pushing foreigns that ain't stolen
They tryna vanish me by putting poison in my potion

Yo, uh
We going up this shit like the Behemoth
And If I said it, you know that I mean it
I need a ticket, not out the meter
Making a movie, not out the theatre