Doughmars - Cosby lyrics

Blood covered my hands so I'm touching the sands, leaving red prints for all my n***as who clutched in the can I had mad homicidal thoughts my vision was blurry, clutched the nine hawk didn't even have to spark for n***as to scurry, but n***as test me,(scraaaaa) I'm leaving n***as messy eyewitnesses at the wake said his face was a mcflurry,rhymes are dirty cause black cokes back, n***as is worried but my album ain't even drop from the sky like pigeons in Jersey, god of raps,gobbstoppers and bottle caps we was minors what the f** is consignment? Just holla back when you get the paper, aight word I'll hit you later, 30 minutes pa** my shorty playing Jenga with stacks,monopoly games,Bonny had to pop me for change but its coo just a lil bruise I had to cop me a flame,I'm on a yacht like Basquiat chomping popular salmon, salamander skin on my watch strap now who got that? Shorty got a page in Maxim a magazini b**h stay rich I stay with the piff she stay with the sniff,these are the memoirs of a drug lord before decent,free my n***a Prosper when you get out ima cop you a gorgeous whip,it's horrendous how they trap us in cells for the lemonade that dwells from the lemons they sell,I walk around with a shell on my body,kiss my prince on his forehead before I go to war with you Nazi's,it's a genocide when villains ride through the dark alleys spray the parks go have dinners with they families,insanity brief,holding my seed like a canopy reached the point in my flow that I could win a Grammy a week,took it to jail,went and hung it on a hook in his cell threw some krills on his books went to cook in Sabel,I'm just a black motherf**er to these bigots I smile in they face,like I'm a n***a who got figures and islands to skate,and yo Shoes you need to stay in your lace I understand you the man but I'm the man in my state,I'm on tracks standing in place handling cake while you n***as is on them same corners scrambling away,I eat beats that I bearly ingest,f** it,everydays a struggle gotta learn to live with regrets...