Lyrical Breakdown of COKE OR DOPE? - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "COKE OR DOPE?" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Yeah, yeah (you think you know me)
One, two, yeah
'Kay, uh, la
(Is you-, is you-, is you-)
I keep my front towards the enemy like clay mines
Passin' the burner, light 'em up, I feel like Draymond
Bitch, all of my writtens are a hate crime (is you coked up or do-)
I don't take breaks unless I'm fuckin' up that main run
You Ricki Lake, you talk about it, but you ain't one
I caught a case beating my neighbor on his own lawn (is you-), he a bitch
Smokin' on grief, that Geddy Green, Mendocino Farms
I got to reach to teach a nigga that I bear arms
Peggy Liu Kang, they try and kick it but they Fei Long (is you coked up or do-)
Fuck is you doin'?
Man, fuck all you rappers, I told yo' main bitch I hate yo' songs
Cease and desist 'cause you a bitch, now yo' bitch gone
Hyperpop bitches be loud, lame, rich, and wrong (is you coked up or doped up?)
Uh, y'all can't fuck with where my range is, beats absolutely dangerous
At your shows there's no attendance, you're not even worth a mention
To anybody worth a mention, there's levels
Back in New York, back in the fort, I'm back with the band
Jump out the house, jump off the porch with the .30 in hand
Sue me for libel, I bet you I'm liable to say it again
When I come around, they be quiet, I leave, they be talkin' again, why?
Fuck y'all hoes, I know I ain't shit, I'd rather get banned
If I'm in the club, then I'm grippin' my .30, I don't wanna dance
Uh, bitch woke up early to hate, you don't even do this for your man
Payin' the price for the fame, I'll never be normal again
(Is you coked up or doped up?)
Changed my Twitter pic and said, "I gave my ex a facelift"
Clippers in my hand, who I'm tryna fade wit'?
Put him right through the wall, he can phase-shift
Uh, with a scope on it, I can knock a Martian out a spaceship
Bald head, march like it's fresh out of Basic
(Is you coked up or doped up?)
Ooh, bigger than who? Baby, the 5'9" goat
Sick as the flu, flow's a whole new dose
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, I gave her whole new goals (is you-, is you-, dope-, dope-, dope-)
Flash him the burner, tell him his parents ain't broke
Inhale indicia, exhale dope
Can't stop, won't stop, I am not Trudeau
Crackers want you where they at so they can act like they know
One, two, one, two
One, two, one, two
I'm so terminally online, goddamn, I gotta check myself
I'm so terminally online, goddamn, I don't respect myself