Lyrics of 'Kochi (feat. The Game)' by Riviir

New York City, LA
Thank you for tuning in
At this appointed time
You’re listening to that Cry Nation sound
You gotta love it
I introduce to you
The prince of the streets
Riviir
Holla at em

New York in this bitch, let’s get shit moving
Strapped with my Glock cause da Teck’s a nuisance
Lil mama got a body tight like shoe strings
But I ain’t tying no knots, y’all bitches just loose ends
I'm sorry, that’s just how we do things
Make it out da projects rapping or hooping
'Cause da streets ain’t popping, feds got it tapped in
New rapper out, sneaking up ya top ten
Y’all niggas let da junkies and da rats in
Who da fuck let da fox in
New York is mine, I'm da mayor and da chief
Align em snitches, spray em on da streets
Find their bitches, slay em on da sheets
Wack rappers, we slay em on da beats
Extort da game, taking payments every week
The Mexicans coming, they made it through da border
With forty key of coke, moving powder
La confianza lo es todo, what’s due is ours
The ghetto can’t eat, can’t chew without us
Lil nigga hop out strapped with two revolvers

Damn, don’t do that there
Hit him with da Mack, dude got scared
Like damn, don’t do that cuzz
One more step you gon’ chew that slug
Like damn, we don’t play that homie
Let you slide once but paybacks on me
Like damn, don’t do that there
Lil nigga don’t do that there
Like damn, don’t do that son
Lil nigga, don’t do that son
Like damn

Still da same nigga used to stand in line for dem kicks
Thirty-five mil later, thirty-five years old
Run up on me in da cold, still a die for dem shits
Me versus you, a lion verse a pig
Growl lil’ nigga
Sitting in the coogie with this old Uzi
Ten minutes from now getting head in a jacuzzi
Cause I refuse to let da fame lose me
Since a juvey bumping Juve, always spoke loosely
Always told crips where I was from
My hood was the news, no Connie Chung
Niggas try to sling straps to me, what kinda gun
I'm bout to put the glaze on a nigga like Cinnabon
Told my mama I was in college, I was on da run
If Nas was da God Son, then I came up under son
Niggas can’t fuck with me, so called rap niggas
I'm benching three hundred while hearing J. Cole clap niggas
The real is back nigga
The Ville is back nigga
But I ain’t from the Ville so it’s time to subtract niggas
Remember me, huh! I'm the one you got your style from
Get in my face you know the outcome
I'm talking to the world

Damn, don’t do that there
Hit him with da Mack, dude got scared
Like damn, don’t do that cuzz
One more step you gon’ chew that slug
Like damn, we don’t play that homie
Let you slide once but paybacks on me
Like damn, don’t do that there
Lil nigga don’t do that there
Like damn, don’t do that son
Lil nigga, don’t do that son
Like damn

Bow down motherfucker, kiss da ring
So much ice on my chain they call me Mr. Bling
Put da beam on a scope so I don’t miss a thing
Exchanging cream for dope then send shit to fiends
From Queens to Harlem, that’s how I came up
For the violence in da streets, you know they gon’ blame us
Young kings wifing strippers, fucking da game up
Now da ballers and da homeless snuffing da same stuff
I'm Picasso with da bars, my pen is da paint brush
A bad boy in da streets but I ain’t Puff
Cry Nation be da gang, I'm glad you know that
Play my shit up in da club, same flow as them throwbacks
Run up in ya crib, where’s da dope at
With some red flags niggas but da steel be pro black
Penthouse in da air, million for da views
Benz G Wagon, putting spinners on da shoes
Niggas want beef, they just dinner for da crew
Sit back and roll and blunt, watching losers loose
Kay da illest in da streets but getting fewer views
Lyrically inclined and I murder producers too

Damn, don’t do that there
Hit him with da Mack, dude got scared
Like damn, don’t do that cuzz
One more step you gon’ chew that slug
Like damn, we don’t play that homie
Let you slide once but paybacks on me
Like damn, don’t do that there
Lil nigga don’t do that there
Like damn, don’t do that son
Lil nigga, don’t do that son
Like damn