Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I got that dope flow, broke though;
Step into the dojo, homo's I keep a low pro;
They used to call me Coco;
Been on the scene for a while in another league;
Puffin' trees, but I ain't gettin' fuckin' cheese;
Smoke another couple G's n' think about shit;
I think n' outwit;
Right now this isn't a livin it's an outlet;
It would be if motha fucka's heard my mouth yet;
I'm broke so I'm runnin' in ya houses;
Make ya shit ya trousers, how's this;
I'll break ya locc's n' leave ya fuckin' mouth split;
Give me all your money n' I'm out bitch;
No point in chasin' me 'cause Jason's me;
Basically I don't exist so no one here's erasin' me;
Motha Fucka's taste the D;
Why do I feel like this is it for me?;
I spit this wicked shit n' leave myself in disbelief;
Everything's all twisted, my life shifted;
I'd rather hide inside n' spit this;
And don't know why the fuck I'm tellin' y'all my business;

Verse 2:
Look we had each other's backs from a very young age;
Man it's Brothers n' the Hatt, n' we came to run thangs;
Without dumb slang, or gun bangs;
This ain't fiction, 
When I say I'll break ya loccs n' kick ya fuckin' ribs in;
Stricken with addiction from a very young age too;
Victim of the system, sniffin' lines off the table;
Got 'em trippin' feelin' distant wishin' he could pray to;
A higher power but no higher power gonna' save Rulz;
Uggh, but we all taught have faith;
Thoughts got me lost in this fog on that pathway;
light another cig 'cause I feel like an ashtray;
Snappin' like a twig 'cause this nig just a castaway;
Uggh; 
We'll fuckin' break ya loccs, n' raid ya shit;
We're dangerous we came in this to change some shit;
Get a taste of this rage n' fakes will split;
With razors face to wrist, ya get it?;

Verse 3:
I just made my mind up, I decided;
I'm breakin' in n' takin' all your gold n' your diamonds;
It's a hold up with violence;
Less you shut your eyelids n' sit in silence;
Bitches listen to the tyrants;

While I listen for a sign of some sirens;
All I hear is this bitch cryin';
Just fuckin' be quiet;
Hit the heist n' i might set this place on fire;
Depends, Hattman you bring a lighter?;

Yea, you bring the plyers?;
I'm fuckin' wired, about to go psycho like Michael Myers;
It's quite a sight bro;
I'm a type of virus incitin' riots;
High as fuck takin' flight like pilots;

And fight like the Irish;
Quite nice we hybrids;
Kite heights we flyin', life like some pirates;
So you might think twice life's priceless;
This knife will slice mics for excitement; 

Break Ya Loccs Remix (Feat. Cha-Rulz)

My name is Cody Hatt, I've produced music and rapped since I was 14, and started actually recording when I was 16. I made almost all the beats I rap to, I don't do this to make money or be popular, I do it 'cause I love it. 
I've put a lot of time into this so thanks to everyone who listens to, and enjoys my tunes