Bill Cosby

Young ****, old soul, 550, four doors

Five ****, four poles, 'cause my other **** drove

Walk your own steps, ****, fuck another **** goals

Yeah, I got my own bitch, but I fuck other ****' hoes

Plus, you ain't never took a trip, boy, that's another **** road

They gone think this bitch strip, I filled the crib up with poles

I really think this bitch sniff, she always playin' with her nose

Know the difference from a fiend and a bitch who got a cold

That bitch think she got my heart, she ain't even got the code

Why the fuck you buy some Wock and you ain't even drop a four?

How the fuck you got a spot? You can't even cap a bow

Cuban links or diamond links, ****, we ain't rockin' rope

Amiris sag to the ground, ****, I ain't rockin' belts

**** used to front me Cook, now I'm coppin' ten myself

Now I'm hearin' it's a problem, I ain't sittin' under them

But the real fuckin' problem, they don't wanna see me win

Plus I love pourin' drank, shit, I'm a crack addict

I'm always ridin' dolo, **** backstabbin'

Pull up in front your crib, hear the cat scratchin'

I can show you how to keep it, I'm a stack master

Whoever said it wasn't easy probably never had it, or never did it

Lost my brother to the streets, I'm forever with it

I'm out of town every week, I'm forever livin'

I'm still killin' if you runnin' with him

Hop out your bushes, you gong be runnin' with him

Keep it a buck, I put a hundred in him

The 550, like who fuckin' with him?

Nobody in the passenger, your ho probably

These McQueens, not Foamposites

Too many **** got the same watches

Me and my **** got the same problems

Shoot you **** with the same choppers, it's 20 Crip, ****, bang proper

I'm twenty-two with all this shit, I might fuck around and get indicted

Call your bitch like, "We goin' shoppin'"

Every time a conversation pop up, I'm the main topic

We overseas, shit, we goin' coppin'

Dropped a Perc in a cup of Wockhardt, this for Bill Cosby

Dropped a Perc' in a cup of Wockhardt, this for Bill Cosby