Coby

Ayo, whats up nigga, thanks for the birthday liquor Two figures, kitchen convos is real talk Sometimes you parked the black jet charger and walked You cold Cob, they felt ya vibrations you hawk Bow-legged, timb rockah, fly joggah whats up You like my first son, one fourth part of my heart I got the first call, everytime some shit went dark I still think like yo, my little neph is Heff Health and wealth, stealth moves proved what else Your baby picture, reminds me how I came to ya house We hit the mall, grab fish and chips That's all, they ask me if this ya son, forevah we ball Summer's rearranged, took numbers was easy ya'll They say we look alike, my lil tyke, always kept his Uncle alright I watched you, Dionte and Khalil Wouldn't have money, ya'll moms, they fronted the bill I'll kill for ya'll, whats real, thats instilled in ya'll Love life, grow, build and ball Hugs and love, drunk mad fifths wit Bugs You older now, plus this ol world, mad colder nah Heart hurt, hate to see you down in the dirt I skill work, plus this church lift, just like a skirt Twenty seventeen I mean, weight liftin on scene Balled then you fell, I'm stuck in this hell My eyes dried out, think about you, I'm cried out Your moms keep a live house, saw ya tomb Wanna bust you out this cocoon, in my room Lookin at ya picture, ayo sun, I'll see you soon We gone make it, mistakes make champion niggas Long live Cob, pop a ambien niggas We gone make it, mistakes make champion niggas Long live Cob, pop a ambien niggas Long nights, we flow on our own rights Boys to men, toast wit hen, then go again We boys to men, toss wit hen then go again