Intro: XXXTentacion 
Cocaine 
Cocaine 

Verse 1: XXXTentacion 
Two shots for me and fuckin' Jesus himself 
Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus?the?belt? 
Tie it around?his neck and get to fucking?bucklin' up 
For every moment I counted on him, I'm fuckin' him up 
Torture victims are due to scriptures, it's written and such 
So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut 
Cut his tongue out and hammered fuckin' nails in his skull 
Couldn't see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so 
If there's a fucking ***, I wanna slit his fucking throat 
And feed his organs to the children 
And shower solutions to the black and the white 
And endless indulgence to the youth in the night 
Cult scripture, we're all used to be causin' a ruck 
Drownin' women and many children and pillaging trust 
Just the minimum, murdered many in sake of himself 
He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf 

Verse 2: Joey Bada$$ 
Slow dancin' with the devil in a burnin' room 
Two-steppin' ahead until they lock me in a tomb 
Been doomed since they pulled us out the womb 
Satan preyin' on me, she been throwin' souls inside the wombs 
Life shouldn't eat you up, spit you out, beat you up 
But, bitch, the third eye stay open, don't think I blink enough 
Maybe I see too much, baby, I can't call it 
I need my soul in these bars like a alcoholic 
I can't trust nobody 
I'll put that on my mind, soul, and my whole body 
I see demons, and there's nothin' they don't know about me 
No matter how much I try to hide, they gon' find me 
So now I never run from it 'cause I come from it 
I never lied, I resides in the beast's stomach 
I looked the Devil in the eyes, I could see she bluffin' 
I pull the red dress to the side, tell her keep cummin', keep cummin' 

Verse 3: Kemba
I just found out family and enemies could be different
I was steppin' over syringes that's in my kitchen
After mama died, I couldn't go to the bathroom
Without gettin' some second-hand heroin high while pissin'
This is just me paintin' a picture of what I live with
What you know about comin' home to your shit missin'
And findin' out the niggas that helped you look for it had did it?
This is just me paintin' addiction
These niggas took methamphetamine, ketamine, edibles, and a bean
Niggas stole my denim jeans, Den of Thieves DVD, literally anything
Food I bought from the vending machine
Credit card crack any door like janitor keys
Niggas even took credit for the man I would be (Ah)
And if I let him, he would probably take 20 percent, manager fee
I'm so scared of my genes, I considered celibacy
Afraid I would ruin my seeds, like Adam and Eve
I got blood on the fuckin' leaves of my family tree
Just give me one damn minute, this shit is hard for me
I lost my whole damn mama, I lost a part of me
She lost her whole damn life from symptoms of poverty
Grew up with Crown Fried Chicken cloggin' my arteries
Increase in robberies, police and bullets that I bob and weave
It was nonstop for me, no one is stoppin' me
Either fulfill myself or be a self-fulfillin' prophecy
This just how I introduce myself properly
Kemba