(14) F.S.C (Fish Scale Cocaine) 11.28.23 @ 7:50pm

I appreciate the way you make me feel.
Fish scale cocaine, you know the deal.
I’m snorting blood-worm type of lines;
With my kid brother, we’re both getting high.

Until it runs out, then we’re both fucked.
I remember my first bump, I had my gun tucked.
Reminiscing back when I ran off with the product.
I did what I had to do in order to make a profit.

Anything and everything for a line of cocaine.
How else would I be able to sugarcoat the pain?
I got tired of hurting, so I started doing dirt.
Now I got what I never had and they’re hurt.

I’m crossing Adderall with Fish Scale Cocaine.
I’m feeling like a beast, bitch I don’t play.
I set myself up for this lifestyle.
We’re out in the field moving shit meanwhile.

I’m at home with my nose clogged up.
My soul’s feeling so damn corrupt.
My hands start shaking and my heart’s turning cold.
I’ll still be chasing after that high when I’m old.

There ain’t shit a line can’t fix.
If I had to choose, it’ll be cocaine over a trick.
Some will say I’m cold hearted.
Truth is, it’s been years since my heart departed.

I can’t get enough of that burning sensation.
This is that early morning motivation.
Here we go, prepping another line.
Fish Scale Cocaine is why we’re so high!