Peak (K Koke)

See I been thinking bout my life lately How my life’s crazy It’s kind of fucking with me It you wanna hit me Best you dickheads come and get me I’m always round town Ands always got it with me Always on the road Up and down, getting busy Never home Forever roming this fucking city It’s a fucking pity Why they wanna envy me So fucking silly Never could you end my spree I’m a G Until the lord sends for me I cook beef Koke’s got the recipe I hope you cunts rest in peace And stop hating on the next to be I know why they vexed with me Cos the flows like exstacy I’m so live Thats why your bitch is next to me Hoes alive Koke’s got sex appeal, No lie I’m so North West for real Couple of bags on my arm Doctoring your bracelet You think your hard Then pussy come and take it I have the doctor asking where your face went The shots doops And it can tell you where your waist went Have these brains in Brains on the pavement Snitches in the station Writing out statements If he’s not patient He ends up a patient I put dutch on his head Like a asian, blatant I can see that their hating Still money making Great things, fire for the snake thing Line him up and blaze him Riding with the A-team