Coast/Clear (feat. Joey Bada$$, Flatbush Zombies, Kirk Knight, Nyck Caution & Issa Gold)

Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a banger Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' from the struggle, go put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' from the struggle, go put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Gang with me in this bitch ain't no fearin', woah (no fear) Push me to the edge and bitch I won't spend none Get shot down (shot), beat ya block down (blaow) Said I'm ridin' round the city with my top down Gang round me like a force field We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth meal Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork still Ballin' now, lil' bitch I must be on my fourth mil, yeah I'm just livin' life like I'm supposed to, yeah First class, sippin' the mimosas, yeah Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah When you makin' bread you need a toaster, yeah I just fucked your girl, I should've posted it Text me the addy then I floated there Tongue out, Jordan on a open lean Drug it out, .40 with the scope & beam Don't make me have to leave it smokin', yeah Dead, soakin' red Paranoia, don't get close to me I don't even trust the niggas close to me Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' from the struggle, go put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' from the struggle, go put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Every time I wake up gotta put one in the air You know that I want it, baby bring that pussy here Hop out, you can smell it in the air Touch down, every city coast clear Flatbush nigga, trappin' out in Nostrand, yeah Relatively, catch me but I'm posted, yeah Fuck from round me if you 'bout that hoe shit, yeah My lil' baby jumpin' like a ocean, yeah Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast I'ma bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke We been bustin' rubber bands, lighters up at the shows Nigga flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámanos Keep my dogs in attack, and my arm on my strap Niggas steppin' up to Joey he ain't even gotta scrap Pow P, that's my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the Mac Z-O-M-B y'all my niggas til' the death, that's on my back Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes They gon' try to cop out, fuck it I'm a pyro Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear Zombies, UA with me & the Pros here, yeah Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' from the struggle, go put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah If you thuggin' from the struggle, go put a toast in the air Pop out, watch 'em all stare You a cop out, you should grow a pair