Illah Dayz & Bronze Nazareth - Coby Lyrics

Ayo, whats up nigga, thanks for the birthday liquor
Two figures, kitchen convos is real talk
Sometimes you parked the black jet charger and walked
You cold Cob, they felt ya vibrations you hawk
Bow-legged, timb rockah, fly joggah whats up
You like my first son, one fourth part of my heart
I got the first call, everytime some shit went dark
I still think like yo, my little neph is Heff
Health and wealth, stealth moves proved what else
Your baby picture, reminds me how I came to ya house
We hit the mall, grab fish and chips
That's all, they ask me if this ya son, forevah we ball
Summer's rearranged, took numbers was easy ya'll
They say we look alike, my lil tyke, always kept his Uncle alright
I watched you, Dionte and Khalil
Wouldn't have money, ya'll moms, they fronted the bill
I'll kill for ya'll, whats real, thats instilled in ya'll
Love life, grow, build and ball
Hugs and love, drunk mad fifths wit Bugs
You older now, plus this ol world, mad colder nah
Heart hurt, hate to see you down in the dirt
I skill work, plus this church lift, just like a skirt
Twenty seventeen I mean, weight liftin on scene
Balled then you fell, I'm stuck in this hell
My eyes dried out, think about you, I'm cried out
Your moms keep a live house, saw ya tomb
Wanna bust you out this cocoon, in my room
Lookin at ya picture, ayo sun, I'll see you soon

We gone make it, mistakes make champion niggas
Long live Cob, pop a ambien niggas
We gone make it, mistakes make champion niggas
Long live Cob, pop a ambien niggas

Long nights, we flow on our own rights
Boys to men, toast wit hen, then go again
We boys to men, toss wit hen then go again