Diddy — Cocaine I Cant Feel My Face

Yeah Honorable C-Note Aw yeah [Diddy:] Cocaine on the table, I wasn't always able I watch these niggas get rich selling these fuckin' fables They like to cook the numbers, we don't cook the numbers We just want the summer, you can have that woman These niggas really out here trippin' man I can't feel my face I can't feel my face [French Montana:] I was whippin' on the stove and watchin' [?] cake I was whippin' on two pots like I was losin' face I was diggin' through the crates like Big L, Joe Crack baby Have a shootout on that corner, right by Larry Davis Shoutout the G, we roll ourselves, you block, them boys who's dangerous Got me mixin' pills and liquor, I can't feel my face Shoutout Sugarlicous, Marvin, make the hood famous Gangsta, what your name is? Gangsta, what your name is? [Diddy:] These niggas really out here trippin' mane I can't feel my face I can't feel my face [French Montana:] [Outro] Lord, thank you for all the inspiration you gave us. You tell, tell Buddha, he say "for every day you wake up, you're born again". Sometimes, I gotta, I have you act like you sometimes. You know this. You act like I don't see nothin'. You know, I act like I'm just numb to the, to the pain 'cause I'm bleedin' on the inside. That's why I do the things I do