Chaos the New Cocaine
[Intro - SHIRT]
Specifically New York

[Verse - SHIRT]
No more cocaine and pills
More I-should-just-chill's
This time next week, if this builds
My body won't be able to top these thrills
Socie' ills
I'm a man, they judge me by my kills
Running, watch the eyes from the hills
Death rate high as Brazil's
Sex tape hiding [?]
Eyes to the hills
No side piece time or Coro', row, row, row
Have to make due with your soul, so, so, so
Have to make peace with your foe, foe, foe, foe
That's on everything wе know, no, no, no
Once you know better, gotta do bеtter, yo
I'm not here for no trope, trope, trope, trope
I'm a short throw from
I'm a short throw from
Don't talk to me, I'm a pro
I'm not dead 'cause I learned control
Ah, and I'm a lucky dog
I might jump off the bridge with a bungee cord
Already under stress getting under more
Beat plays and I'm on the floor
Parties undisclosed, nobody knows
Wild kids running 'round the house with the runny nose
No sleep for days, you know, one of those
DKNY lofts and bungalows
Risky fucking, fucking you unopposed
That's when we fucking and don't care who knows
That's my shit, it's time for some of those
Years we deserve, staying alive is en vogue
Rich or poor, stay alive, run the risk of both
They still got you on the boat, but now it's pick a boat
Shit hope
Capitalism got me thinking I need to be rich, hoe
Hotel balcony, what's this, the fifth floor?
I hate Vegas 'cause the air too hot and the ratio of bops
More Queens kids, you can the bridge
Couple grown men still ain't got kids
Never look at something and see what it miss
Always really look at something for what it is
I'm just trying to tell these niggas [?]