Last track
You know we gotta send it off right
Coppa killem
Guess who back from the beginning of time
Coppa is here to spit this last motherfuckin line
Use this time to spit this one last motherfuckin rhyme
I been on stranger tides
Been so damn high off Vicodin and smoke I
Can't even tell left from right
And I stay on my broke shit
Motherfuckin bk rodeo shit
That you bet we eatin at primos type shit
But fuck it, ain't no harm in that
At least our souls intact
And our minds,
Well at least they know how to act
Accordingly
To each new extra ordinary
Other worldly
...
I been through galaxies
Extra planetary
Seen the world to be
As fucked up as the last transformers movie
(That shit blows)
Hahahaha
I am a thriller
Laughing like the joker off the painkiller
The thrilla in vanilla
Ha
Old bitches keep hittin me up
I'm like no bitch nah I don't wanna fuck
But I'll let you suck me off while I raise my monk
In Azeroth
Six months of my life
Gone into this album
Then it's on to the next one
on to the next one
Yeah, I'm jacking styles
No originality in the hip hop pile
And I'm racking up miles
On the chevy trying to see her smile
Mission beach, I'll never forget
Get it now, this is an album of regret
And to beat regret you gotta be the best
moral of the story kids take that to your parents
Puffin on green
Broke ass team
Fire so rad you would call that shit mean