You doing a lot of cheerleading yourself there breh
This the verse I was referring too where all the coke raps
It was the coldest Winter ever
Middle of the Summer months
Powder to my waist
See my cocaine cummerbund
Tuxedo all white
Something like my prom night
My teachers even saw jail
They ain't read my palms right
Nah, my future brighter than ever
The flow gets cleverer by the year
Killer minus the tattoo tears
Cause murder don't mix with the shyt
That I got floating in by the pier
Tell Hova don't pass the crown so soon
Unless he got a crown for every writer in the room(Even J was being a groupie)
There's too many spirits on these ghost-written tunes
So you can't crown the heir until you seance the room
The CL wood grain like trail mix
Evidence of fishscale where the scale sits
No amount of record sales could derail this
Stuffing dead prezzies in the wall like
The Yale bytch. Inhale this