KC Hendricks - Coast Lyrics

Welcome to the story of a youngen so corrupted
That he must've had a hunger for destruction
Something like an addiction, basically an obsession
Don't call it a comeback i prefer resurrection
Its that christ conscious, none-sense rappers better watch this messiah
Set fire to the concept that
You could ever battle me bruh i'm ghost
Talking all that shit why you tryna boast, so i coast
Coast through it all, imma be the greatest if it means i have to crawl
And if i fall dust it all off, stand tall
Cannonball these other motherf*ckers thinking that they all
That, well fall back cause y'all crap
I don't mean to be so disrespectful but y'all whack
Pardon my language pardon my anger its stuck inside of me a lobotomy
Couldn't disable my own biology
The astrologies mapped it all out
I can see it in the stars cause they keep acting it out
And if you wanna talk shit, imma show you the clout
I show you how real rappers gonna handle the drout OW
Now watch me feeling myself, i'm not tryna sound cocky but
I'm just healing my wealth, and no ones gonna stop me
So I

Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, I
Coast through it all cause on the other-side i know theres a better tomorrow
Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Ah
Cause the visions what i'm seeking, don't you see it? well you better believe it

Ha ha ha, oh man always coasting through the drama
You should try it sometime

Since my early days i've always dreamt of rocking a stage
Never thought it'd be rapping, i'm on a whole nother page
You know what?scratch that i'm on a whole nother chapter after i'm done with the story
I'll let you sift through the disaster
But its people like you always judging, i don't give a damn
You keep spitting your hate but you can talk to the hand like it matters
Cause i know you just wont understand
My stories mine anyways its not like its what i planned
I'm just rolling with the punches like Muhammed Ali
Always working on my money you can call me Johnny
Cause the papers on my mind this ain't a f*cking hobby
But still i'm coasting through this shit like life's a f*cking ollie
Grinding like a pivot now i'm driven like the asphalt
Got your little chicken sucking face like she on bath salts
Ain't been with it in a minute i know its my fault
I just feel like the skies the limit even though i'm not tall
I embody the vision, embodied the vision, don't you see it?
Guess i've been John Stockton with precision but
Every John needs his Malone, i'm home grown on home grown
And got these vibrating more than my phone yeah
KC with the trap, Van Gogh with the rap because
I'm painting with words except the canvas a track
Whack rappers spitting ass backwards, i couldn't act faster
Show you who the real rap master is
And i'm not trying to be an asshole but what now
I'm in a good mood and i cant boast
So heres a damn toast, a toast to the homies who do the damn most
And you dont want no damn smoke, so I

Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, I
Coast through it all cause on the other-side i know theres a better tomorrow
Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Coast, Ah
Cause the visions what i'm seeking, don't you see it? well you better believe it