Koko

Most important thing in business is honesty, Integrity, hard work, Family. Never forgetting where we came from. Yo, yo, yo, it's me. The octave is clear. Nah, I'm saying, what do you expect from us? What do you expect from us? What do expect from me? Besides this body Yo. Yo, yo, yo. Shit, yo, yo. Make sure my water alkaline. He snorted one, it was good, I know 'cause He left a line. I'm rare breed, do this Effortlessly. Hit you with the effin' bottle, You ain't effin' with me. If dope good, cold Sell, that shit regular, B. The custom pound in the stash, it's a regular Three. Walk in, say nothing, just a regular me. You can't be fucked with, but the exception is Me We're splendid, I speed on the Kawasaki Ninja. 550 Mossberg, that's a body bender. Don't holler me, I don't got it for cheap. Break pieces to point fives, I don't touch what We eat. Rush to work, you niggas rushing to Sleep. It get hot, I slide. Close up, yo, we done for the week. The skin under your chin, he don't want it To leave. Hit his foreign, he died in a Comfortable seat. Pour me a drink, nothing hybrid, 50/40, I'm undecided. Either or, close your eyelids or keep 'em open. Either or, you floating. I show results, you show emotion. See, you are what you are in this world. That's either one of two things. Either you're somebody or you're nobody. Yeah, be right back. Pain. Snow cone shit. Murk 'em on the boards. Riggs. Philly. The cloth. They came and got the right man for the Job. Murder everything. Pain. Check. White birds on my coat, that's a dinner jacket. Bullets in and out your body, that's a tennis Racket. You wanna hear the gods speak, well, nigga, Spin this backwards. I quicker than five ninjas and Ten assassins. Street Fighter, my fists are still Bloody. Bitch, I've been getting busy since Kiss was Still chubby. I'm bougie, piss Rosé and spill Bubbly. Yeah, I'm cocky, but, bitch, so what? I feel lovely. I'm showing off 'cause I'm close To home. Wide body, double pump, call it Post Malone. Red dot, headshot if you approach the Throne. Have a toast to your death with some Cold Patrón. I'm saying, I crossed over, Adapted to crime. I'm terrorizing niggas like I'm B. B. Mac in his prime. I'm here to fuck the world up a track At a time. Front on me, I'll push your Thoughts to the back of your mind. It's Pain. I'm back in the game to practice My aim. Baretta sparks, Kevin Hart, I'm here to Laugh at your pain. I'm number one, that's dumb To even have to explain. Your favorite rapper sound wack, I ain't that Entertained. Pain.