Kirk Knight

"Coast/Clear"

[Intro]
Got the beat by Powers, and we just made a banger

[Chorus: Kirk Knight]
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Gang with me in this b*tch, ain't no fear, woah (No fear)
Push me to the edge and b*tch I won't spare none
Get shot down (Shot), beat ya block down (Block)
Said I'm ridin' round the city with my top down
Gang 'round me like a forcefield
We be eating good, swear I must be on my fourth meal
Called it out, yeah, I got some beef up on my fork still
Ballin' now, lil' b*tch, I must be on my fourth mill', yeah
I'm just livin' life like I'm supposed to, yeah
First class, sippin' on mimosas, yeah
Cartier, I get it re-upholstered, yeah
When you makin' bread, you need a toaster, yeah

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
I just f*cked your girl, I should've posted it
Text me the addy then I floated there
Tongue out, Jordan on the open lane
Thug it out, .40 with the scope and beam
Don't make me have to leave it smokin', yeah
Dead, soakin' red
Paranoia, don't get close to me
I don't even trust the n*ggas close to me

[Chorus: Kirk Knight]
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair

[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
Every time I wake up, gotta put one in the air
You know that I want it, baby, bring that pus*y here
Hop out, you can smell it in the air
Touch down, every city coast clear

[Verse 4: Erick The Architect]
Flatbush n*gga, trap, trap out on Nostrand, yeah
Relatively, catch me where I'm posted, yeah
f*ck from 'round me if you 'bout that ho sh*t
My lil' baby jumpin' like a ocean, yeah

[Verse 5: Issa Gold]
Cheers to the coast, raise a glass for the toast
I'ma bust a couple grams, know the gang like to smoke
We been bustin' rubber bands, lighters up at the shows
n*gga flex up on my mans, get him gone, vámonos
Keep my dawgs in attack, and my arm on my strap
n*ggas steppin' up to Joey, he don't even gotta scrap
Pow P, that's my slatt, Kirk & Nycky grip the MAC
Z-O-M-B, y'all my n*ggas 'til the death, that's on my back

[Verse 6: Nyck Caution]
Life is like a roadblock, swerve around the potholes
They gon' try to cop out, f*ck it, I'm a pyro
Maniac, burn it down, promise when the smoke clear
Zombies, UA with me, and the Pros here, yeah

[Chorus: Kirk Knight]
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair
Gotta watch my back, make sure the coast clear, yeah
If you thuggin' from the struggle, put a toast in the air
Pop out, watch 'em all stare
You a cop-out, you should grow a pair

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