[Verse 1: French Montana] Brazil, Canary, young Ronaldo Miller convo, high with the sheik, Khalifa condo Watchin Rondo, Boston George Born across where they closed caskets before they open doors I pray for Mecca, flood my neck up I hit her raw, let her go see the doctors, that's how I get my checkup Tables turnin, pots burnin I don't hear them niggas talkin, Def squad, Eric Sermon EPMD, got E, P's and D Crack some flavors, totems, mother nature Shout to Harry, military Nigga mind with a military grind, that’s necessary That’s my nigga Chinx, icy watch them niggas blank Throw the mink in the fire like my nigga Frank Upper echelon, doin shit you never on Coke Boy til my last breath....Gone
[Verse 2: Chinx] Sincerely yours, signed in a dons penmanship Dodge sentences Couldn’t ride got denied membership, auto Benedict White Benzes’s, 5% shit Kick open them doors and bring your niggas in, G citizen Front lawn like five dealerships, gotta feel this shit Life’s a puzzle, wise niggas die, try finish it Died as a glorious king, most benevolent Delegate the business with my fellowship, Queens resident Never hesitant, seems evident DA couldn’t build a case without the evidence Chop work like a sensi, tu comprende? Motion picture shit, fuck around and win a Oscar de la Renta You gain the world then it’s all yours We stash money in the floor boards, numbers on them score boards Plenty accolades, more wars Made it out the slums where yo closest niggas clap, no applause Coke Boys til we on, consigliere movements young Vito Corleone
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Track 8 on Coke Boys 4 is produced by Harry Fraud. It samples the song ‘Crave You’ by Flight Facilities featuring Giselle
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