Coco in London Video (MV)

Wise people are full of doubt
Dumb people are confident
That's ironic cuz it's common sense
For the life of me it's not common since
Like love advice from a common wench
That's focused pain from a common pinch
Jus hang Yaself I'll provide the winch
I didn't mean it well jus a tinge
Jus a smidget
I don't get it
You jus live behind the 5 percent
I sound emotionless cuz I don't own them
But I lease and so often lend
Wit myself I so often spend
Wit these thoughts and my heart and pen
But I love my fam and closest kin
And my distance gets so damaging
There's no malice, I say again
When u think it is, I sigh and cringe
I'm grindin like I got a twin
Hungry, thirsty, cant seem to quench
It's no options like I'm out the pen
If they roar, then I silence them
Can't get a mile if I don't give a inch
Niggas is dead, word to Money Mitch
When u the shit, they hate the stench
BDE I'm dominant
This my house, I'm no occupant
Step on my lawn and there's consequence
And I need space, no continents
And to these rappers I'm bombing quick I'm losing control, but not on purpose
Please pardon my incontinence
Plus my aim is approximate
Jus the way that my god intend
OG told me if u f*ck the world, jus make sure that the condom fit
Sorry ma that was real raw
No pun intended I'll rock wit it
A lot of niggas out here per-cell
I ain't talkin bout Dominic
Campaign for better my Obama fit
I can't lose this confidence
Don't need ya smiles daps or compliments
I stay fresh like a ton of mints
But that ain't to ya astonishment
Listen to us and the the fun u get
U get high don't give the bong a rip
Am I goin in, King Kong it is
At ya door ding dong it is
In ya ass and that thong is his
That shit was cold and that song is his
Why u do hate and how wrong it is
Wanna test the current and how strong it is
When I rap, that zone is his
They try to grab pens and clone the gift
She love my voice it make her moan n drip
Now we at breakfast on some horny shit Steak, eggs, mimosa and grits
I Killed this verse and I kinda flipped
Best believe that this is it
Hands up like I grabbed the grip
Never fall but I maybe slip
And best believe we will achieve
Nigga put that on my monument
Gone
Gone
Yea
Hmm Hmm
I think I like this shit right here
O-kaaaay
One time for the guy with the haiku
I do anything I got the right to
My truth so insane, no tight screws
Might choose to abstain from the right moves
Might lose my chains when I write cool
I choose to be king of the bright fools
My crew might shame or enlighten you
My rules might change a disciple
Might lose, but it can't be a cycle
I ride cool you can blame it on my coupe
Life schooled me, plain as a white dude rocking white shoes and his name probly Michael
I cruise in the lane of my rivals, dropping my jewels that I claimed back in my youth
My rules are the same as my idols, how can I do shit lame on arrival
I use my brain like a rifle
I shoot like bang with the sight used
I'm two hurricanes in the night fool
Like who put rain in a spiral
I do my thang and it's viral, dropping my two cents claiming the title
I used to complain like a child, now I invite fools to the game of survival
I knew I could hang with the right noose
I do got a thang for the right tunes
Might move to a chain of the right grooves
Like loops with a bang for the right boom
My views, my pain, my trifles
Got you entertained like the night news
Now you can explain how I flew outta this bitch like a crane in the sky do