LYRICS: Zoocci Coke Dope – iLL Prelude ft. Tellaman & Stogie T
[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
(Zoocci Coke Dope, he’s the dealer (Dealer))
…It’s always visible, it’s always present in the, in the music. You can-not hear it when you listen to somebody shit. You can hear the intention. You can hear what they tryna do. So if you come to it with like the intention of “I wanna tell the truth, I wanna inspire you, I wanna entertain, and I want, in just express what I’m tryna get off”, then the records come out different in my experiеnce
[Verse 1: Zoocci Coke Dope]
I was told that anything is possible
Gotta stay solid, stay honourable
Niggas try to stop it, wе unstoppable
This lean is causing pain in my abdominal
Pouring so much poison in my Styrofoam
Shouts to Nasty C, this shit phenomenal
Haters always need some shit to comment on
Momma calling me like “When you coming home?’
Back on my shit, I’m back in the cave
Pull up on your bae like back in the day
I got monsters, I got demons under my bed
If it wasn’t for this shit I’d probably be dead, I promise
Hope we don’t resort to no violence
When I’m with my bitch I give her mileage
Perfected all this shit down to the science
Stay defiant, yeah
You ain’t even as real as all your music nigga
Hear a catch phrase and then abuse it nigga
I know that we’re at war but I ain’t choose it nigga
I’m just praying to the Lord that I don’t lose a nigga
If we’re talking money need the maximum
Buzzin’ in the streets, I’m prolly platinum
Givin’ you my words and then I’m backin’ ’em
Unlike them I don’t just claim I’m actually platinum, yeah
And you a liar nigga
You wouldn’t be a match for me if you were fire nigga, yeah
Plus I’m a fire nigga
Your booking fee is prolly just my rider nigga, yeah
I don’t like a lot of niggas
R.I.P Nip, you can’t trust a nigga
Do it for my dawg when we chasin’ figures
I’m dyin’ for the cause, I’ll never die for niggas
[Pre-Chorus: Tellaman]
(Yeah yeah)
I’ll lose all I got before I lose myself, yeah (Lose myself)
Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path, yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth, yeah
Oh well
I wish ’em well
[Chorus: Tellaman]
Your cart full of dreams, when are you checkin’ out?
You weren’t talking about shows when you said you sellin’ out
You got a lot of issues, need some airin’ out
Stack all my money making ways, I’ll never change the route, yeah yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth, yeah
Oh well, yeah
I wish ’em well
[Interlude: Nipsey Hussle]
It’s like you lose it immediately if you go into a creative space with a business intention. You lost
You can still succeed with the business intention and make a product that succeeds, but the art value is gone immediately
And it’s like, to check your intentions going into the album, and bring what you learnt from all your other shit to it, that’s when the records come out different in my experience
[Verse 2: Stogie T]
Tom Ford stilettos
Charles De Gaulle airport
Ma, swear she a centrefold
Buying like she export
In the lounge drinking French port
But that’s my heart, y’all get extorted by weird hoes
Bunch of cornballs hiding behind scarecrows
Yours for the streets, mine thinks of me when she heads home
Gucci for the kids, they treat this shit like Pep clothes
Zoocci with the strings, give life to the kid Geppetto
Cognac Visetos, brunch at Trocadéro
Stuff so many muscles feel like Brock Lesnar
I’m no wrestler, I’m restless
I throw bets on potential
Can’t only measure success by low benches
My sense, the process shows best where you go next
Focus on no man, hold self to the code set, no less
Nothing’s finished unless you started, that’s old gems
Pour some Chris’ for my dearly departed old man
I’m still me in a Mazda 3
You still shrink in your mama’s Jeep
You get fees, the master’s me
You Toby, I’m Master P
That New Orleanian typa breed
My psyche need balance
High key Maria Callas
The shanties leave us callous, beer weed addicts
Hit the lick, pack the demons with us to the palace
And all you get is rich niggas drippin’ with the baggage
I promise!
I could write a bible verse and still get a Thomas
Haters burn idols don’t follow no commandments
Only one God but these kids breaking tablets
You really on drugs, used to be they would bag it
Made French bread when you was still calling it “Baguette”
Pin bae legs on the wall Miles Morales
Savage!
On my Fred Hampton, RIP Chadwick
[Pre-Chorus: Tellaman]
I’ll lose all I got before I lose myself, yeah
Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path, yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth, yeah
Oh well
I wish ’em well
[Chorus: Tellaman]
Your cart full of dreams, when are you checkin’ out?
You weren’t talking about shows when you said you sellin’ out
You got a lot of issues, need some airin’ out
Stack all my money making ways, I’ll never change the route, yeah yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth, yeah
Oh well, yeah
I wish ’em well
[Outro]
