COPING MECHANISM

Wooo Ultra Yea, yea Yea, yea, yea I was using drugs as a coping mechanism then I got addicted I was going back n forth with myself this nigga just don't listen Thirty-Thousand thirty-minutes Naylor Road by the station I'm only here one time go head snap a picture Im on thirty-milli's Don't question (aw nah) if my eyes flicker Oh my God she told me she want a young fly nigga Say you looking for almighty then you looking at him 500 QP this that Bay candy I promise that I'm not you niggas I'm not you nigga Not you niggas I'm not you nigga Sometimes I say my pro's name on the first greeting Why I go to sleep off the drugs I savor every minute Its like a mini-farmer's market all this cherry lemon I don't know a limit, til I hit it How you acting out of shape and I ain't even bend yah Run right through the line of fire, like Smith Emmitt If the foot don't fit then it ain't my kicks If it don't walk with a limp then it ain't my kid 30 hundreds, Molly, condoms in my daily kit & thats when I was nineteen Pink 10's like BBC Ice Cream's I'm high strung, irritable and out of reach I hit the OP's then the pussy then went back to sleep I get-I get racks for free I was using drugs as a coping mechanism then I got addicted I was going back n forth with myself this nigga just don't listen I was using drugs as a coping mechanism then I got addicted I was going back n forth with myself this nigga just don't listen I was using drugs as a coping mechanism then I got addicted I was going back n forth with myself this nigga just don't listen