1400Casper - 12th Grade

This cell phone video shows federal agents about to unload a remarkable find
3,200 pounds of cocaine, 1.6 tons with a street value of 77 million dollars
It was hidden in a shipping container of dried fruit
At the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey
When scans revealed something suspicious
And a closer look turned up white powder in 60 packages
T-t-twelfth grade, selling cocaine cut with propane
Smells great, tellin' no names, that's a closed case
Well payed, go my own Pace, in the slow lane
Hell's Gates feeling no pain like that Procaine
Self raised, that's a no brain like I'm Cobain
Self made, cuz I sold 'cane for yo' nose pain
Felt great when that ho paid, gave her no change
X Games, got my own chain it's going both ways
West Gate, where I sold eighths playing no games
Next grade, in my own lane, rocking both chains
Sex great, from yo' ho face, give her throat pain
Next grade, know these hoes lame they get no pay
Twelfth grade, selling cocaine cut with propane
Smells great, tellin' no names, that's a closed case
Well payed, go my own Pace, in the slow lane
Hell's Gates feeling no pain like that Procaine
Shell flames, takin' no aim, let the scope bang
12 came for that whole thing they got no case
Del Ray, know that ho fake, fuck that ho face
Sell chains, told my bro wait there ain't no way
Wealth pays, when there's no weight there ain't no gain
Chest pains, so I smoke eighths just to go sane
Death rays, there's a slope change in this blow game
Dead weight, like the closed gates on a slow train
Stress aches, smokin' low strains, I'm smokin' Ghostface
Checkmate, played the whole game like a slow race
Cell bang, want some cocaine fo' it's closed late
Best plates, Ghostface and Bubba I got both strains
Textplates, foreign cocaine like that Lo Mein
Best pay fo' I go ape, got that coke rage
Head draped with some froze chains like I'm GLO GANG
Head cranked from that close range, let that fo' bang
Twelfth grade, selling cocaine cut with propane
Smells great, tellin' no names, that's a closed case
Well payed, go my own Pace, in the slow lane
Hell's Gates feeling no pain like that Procaine
Net weight of the whole plate, like a lone rate
Red face from your own gang, actin' so brave
Red ace, take the whole bank, I do no trades
Red face from the snow day to the whole brain
Head ache from the nose pain, got some bone aches
Chest-plate, know you won' safe when I blow rage
Headspace in my own lane I got no shame
Next phase, boutta upgrade like a probate
Catch fakes, put you in your own grave it's so late
Ted Bates, way he wrote names, know that ho fake
Twelfth grade, selling cocaine cut with propane
Smells great, tellin' no names, that's a closed case
Well payed, go my own Pace, in the slow lane
Hell's Gates feeling no pain like that Procaine
Twelfth grade, selling cocaine cut with propane
Smells great, tellin' no names, that's a closed case
Well payed, go my own Pace, in the slow lane
Hell's Gates feeling no pain like that Procaine

Written by:
Casper Maybach, Spencer P

Publisher:
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