[Verse 1: Koly P]
Picture me
60 racks for a show
I wouldn't have to rob and sell dope
My daddy, he just died
He had a stroke
Whole heart attack, on some shit i don't know
My back against the ropes
I bob and weave em, rope and dope
I got a carbon 15, it got a scope
And n***a bout my seed i'll shoot you in your throat
Mezo me, I'm in Haiti with my zoes
And i really know cuh, and i can get it for the low
Brick rine shotgun, I'm next to blow
And i ain't never had shit but a whole lot of hope
Just bought that ole school and fucked around and went broke
But it is what it is, that's what them real n***as coach
I swear my worst fear is to tell my son no
I'm getting sloppy on the boat
I really like paper like a goat
Me and Ze counted sixty in the store
I ain't never going broke
I might buy a boost store
I'm big dog status Cujo
See tune got the wheel blowing on that mojo
And he ain't trying to chill he blowing on that mojo
And i ain't really came to party
Last time a pussy n***a shot me
I'm Koly St. Nick and i'll stuff a bitch stocking
Tell Boosie I'm the kid get it popping
Choppers make a pussy n***a bounce like hydraulics
And bitch I'm Koly P