We see white lines of cocaine
We get gassed up like propane
Y'all know I'm not looking for drama
People still believe in pro pain
Face the music when you're in defeat
It looks much easier than it seems
Man, I should've listened to mama
Telling me to not do coke
White lines, cocaine
We get gassed up, propane
We still believe in the same
Love that we had arranged
I said white lines, cocaine
We get gassed up, propane
We still believe in the same
Love that we had arranged
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Why everybody got their hands up?
All I can do is put my hands up
Don't let em' tell you that you ain't enough
We gon' prove them wrong
We gon' aim it up, shooting for the stars
I'm not hanging out, I'm just hanging up
You ain't never ever had to stand up All the sleepless nights
And the hedonistic giving free advice
Unsolicited and now you see it's nice
Receive it from people respected that you'd like to be like
When you see the light
Remember you living should be suffice
Your grandmama told you to be nice
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, the sky has
White lines, cocaine
We get gassed up, propane
We still believe in the same
Love that we had arranged
I said white lines, cocaine
We get gassed up, propane
We still believe in the same
Love that we had arranged
I said white lines, cocaine
We get gassed up, propane
We still believe in the same
Love that we had arranged
I said white lines, cocaine
We get gassed up, propane
We still believe in the same
Love that we had arranged