Johnny2loco - Cocaina

You better watch your back for that cocaína
You better watch your back for that cocaína
From the burbs down to the ghetto
People lose their life for the love of the coco
You better watch your back for that cocaína
You better watch your back for that cocaína
From the suburbs to the ghetto
People lose their life for the love of the coco

I remember getting sore wrists from the whipping
Flipping them chickens
Bagging that white up all night
Promethazine sipping
Corrupting and losing my soul, I thought I was winning
The pot was hot, the water's boiling
All I ever wanted was a milli, I said I wanted bands loco
My house was being watched by the gang unit
Squad, squad all I ever had was my unit
Eight ball in my backpack
If you finna pull that thing out then you better use it
I was in it for the cash and the pesos
Homie I was always down for the re-up
And I wasn't no blood neither but I woulda made you see red when you "C" us loco
I thank God He saved me, I thank God He saved me
He saved me from that type of lifestyle
My momma she prayed, my momma she prayed
Everyday on her knees
I've been reconciled
I'm from the barrio homes, my hood don't play
You talking that nonsense, get cup up and served like fish fillet
That 3 beam pon my dresser, that pyrex cup got worn out
Now I got a Bible pon my dresser
And it's starting to get a lil work out, nah loco
We ain't talking bout the same thing
My homies died doing the same thing

You better watch your back for that cocaína
You better watch your back for that cocaína
From the burbs down to the ghetto
People lose their life for the love of the coco
You better watch your back for that cocaína
You better watch your back for that cocaína
From the suburbs to the ghetto
People lose their life for the love of the coco

Written by:
Jonathan Carcamo

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