Could It Be?

[Intro: Co$$]

Exercise your body, exorcise your mind

Could it be?

That nigga Co$$, and Royal B, plus my mufucka Sene

Yeah

Uh

One two, one two, one two

Yo

[Verse 1: Co$$]

Is all my dreaming in vain, is all of my plans of a crazy man

Like all my scheming insane

My people dying in Chiraq, my people dying in Gat-troit

If you let the joy enlighten you, inspire you made a hi-hat

Influence you and get it in the streets and you was with it

You got caught, but you acquitted, then acquire liquid fire

Wouldn't burn it you would spit it, they call you Cashus

When it come to the battle they call you last up

Most these dogs is frogs, and most these cats ducks they raps suck

They dicks suck, they bitch sucks, they cliques suck, they fist up

Get knocked out, I ain't top 5 in your top 10 then your list suck

Get picked up on the (?) with my fist ball like the brawler got

Like God giver, like God giver, damn if you ball or not

Dope money in a ball of knot, and his pockets get them broads on jock

(Call him out), in the sky, fallen clouds

Streets cold, but bars is hot, not bars where they be drinking at

But bars that come from thinking caps

I'm more FDR, then Abe Lincoln rap

Who liberated the slaves

Whether he on the dime block or that nigga living in J's

Whether he got a mansion, or his residence in a cave

Nucca don't misbehave

Cause Rosa Parks ain't march so your ass could be enraged

Cause Marcus Garvey ain't march so your ass could be in a cage

And Malcolm X ain't preach just so your ass could fuck 'em freaks

Get a clue nigga, fuck what talking, what you do nigga

Cause who you finna be is up to you nigga

Who's the illest?

[Hook: Co$$]

Depends on your perspective

(Could it be, could it be), Co$$ smoking green weed and Hennessy

Drinking with my thinking cap, tilted to the side

I'ma live forever, when I die, they'll bury me alive

(Could it be, could it be), that green weed and Hennessy

Turn the sky red and put that blood shot in my eye

I'ma survive, and live it 'til the limit 'til I die

I represent this realness, I give a fuck about who the illest (Could it be, could it be)

[Verse 2: Blu]

I don donned over the sky

And all the blinds put they palm palms up in July

Yo could it could that L-U, Jubilee on my side

Spell truth like he spell is name, say he a lie

Let him lay in the lot, with the lost and jealous

With the last Angel yelling at the (?) on the prosperity

Where no one here to share with, apparently

No we pairing it uh, the USA blow out that Mary Jane

Hear me out, before I air 'em out

Each and everyday my ink surround some sound like an island

We getting paid, West Coast to no West Coast

Pacific Ocean floor, how long can you stare at the sun

Before you overdose

Rolling spokes, yo we rolling smokes, tell the poles

We still posted tho, Cops, get of the cock, let the drops drop and boast blow

We got the game locked, tell the game it ain't a thing bro, let it bang

We on the same side, rain shine help flow, elbow grease

Chub T's be my jell toes, all the hail the king

Crown Rock, Royal Blu, Cash King, my nigga Sene, sound-off

On your boy band groups, that ain't a thing

Split a pair, I'm your worst nightmare squared

They'res two more niggas, if you ain't mathematically aware

You could jump threat, flinch, dare, swear double dare

And I still slap the shit out your ass tryna' compare

Who's the illest?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sene]

Yeah small talks for the birds from birds flying

Grilling cheese with the Mayans, so hood we feel inspired

So good, you watch The Wire, the wire be watching us

You tired, you like the guy with the iron who couldn't bust

When he desired, fuck what you inspired to, you high

Built this shit on air fans, while I was flying through crying

It's nice, sipping' Dewar's on ice, like hell fire

(?) when I can sip it, and God, shits delicious

When it's purchased by a verse I was cursed with inner vision

That my pops had, boy it makes my Pop's glad I did it

I'm that mother fucking story that you heard when you was born

About a boy who wrote a poem, tells you about a world that he crawled in

I'm all, chips stack, bitch homies get bitch slapped

If you call me you better get back up, or get backed up and catch whiplash

I'm Brooklyn, fuck you talking about king boy, it's king Sene

It's king B, it's king Troy, we been boys, y'all Blaxby

My backstreet, I may sing a song about love

But don't think I ain't where I'm from, or I ain't got some black gloves

Or I ain't ready to do shit, cuz I ain't rolling with Bloods

Or I ain't rolling with Crips, that I ain't rolling with thugs

Who's the illest?

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Denmark Vessey]

You know who it be, and if you don't then here's a thank you

First they make you, then they hang you

Then you die, and they cremate you

Then they love you, then they praise you

Did the same thing to Jesus, did they same thing you Horus

Did the same thing to Pac (2Pac), everybody's got a cross up

(?)

I feel great, like I'm liked and am I from they family tree?

If you can't see the forest, but sycomorus ficus

Then you sleeping on some soul food, some rigamortis-itis

Post swag, (?)

I'm still in my loaders (?)

(?) on the days with the counselor king

(?) swallow the drink

We toast the crown, we still here

When in my long sun in my skin tone

Flush blood, bone soul, gemstone, Jim Crow

Not only do I 10-4, over-stand, 10-4

I looked the Devil straight in his eye, to the window of the soul

Bullet hole in his temple, I lost my mind, tryna' find

God knows, what I've been through, hard time

It's the adaptation of life, taking a knife

Cutting through the tension, thick in the air, breaking the ice

I'm talking to you, finding my place, lost in the group

Remind me how I gotten here

Watching the grandfather clock mocking the rocking chair, back and forth

(?) then I smack the palm

Peace what up old friend, cold wind, below ten

Small world in counters in the corners where the globe bends

God's idle hands playing Jenga with Stonehenge

Centuries old hemps, written in bold print

Who the illest?

[Hook]