Reach and see “R.I.P” fill up your mentionsĪ message for n#gg#s that’s feelin’ ambitious I come from that ‘Ville, I turn villains to victims

On top, but I sound like I’m still in the trenches To get rid of me, I’ma kill it relentless I’m sick and these b#tch n#gg#s feelin’ the sickness So given the chance, they trade family for riches, I know I don’t do the GRAMMYs, I be in my jammies on sofaįerrari or Camry, I bet I look good in ’em bothĬole, How you on top but you don’t got no b#tches? I know No Bill Cosby sh#t, but if n#gg#s is sleepin’, then f#ck ’em I ran up the digits, I don’t have no muh’f#ckin’ businessĪin’t got no time or no patience for lists they be makin’ I’m from a city where most n#gg#s never get lucky enough That chopper gon’ spin you around like a judge on The Voice They don’t play Nintendo, they play with extendos Got dressed and peeped out the window, these lil’ n#gg#s different Some days I’m still bummin’, the difference is now it’s by choice My closet like Dover Street, used to be bummin’ Uh, woke up this morning and wondered ‘Hey, should I get fresh or should I keep it humble?’ Hardest sh#t out the South since slavery, n#gg# You wan’ shoot? Then shoot, don’t play with me Next please, eat rappers, mm, check please Sh#t I predicted in my raps, I done did all that You think I’m lyin’? sh#t, step one, got the ‘Ville on map He got the city on his back, and I got him on mine In the sands of Sudan where she rest her mind Play the game right, n#gg#, he gon’ rest his mom Infection, at this point, I’m just flexin’īas is next in line, and the test is time Out in Queens with the fiends, I’m your highness Southern n#gg# with New York stamps, honest Off the top magician, compositions non-fictionį#ck my b#tch by the window, wave to the peeping Toms, uh Put the fear of God in n#gg#s, I’m pure Devil Like a f#cking James Brown sample, you’re two ever Van Gogh or whoever, g#dd#mn Cole, you’re too clever That’s your best friend givin’ me head, now you do itĪfter I hit, I cut you off like Picasso ear While two b#tches lay in my bed, I’m used to it My new crib got the Time Square view to it Hope IRS don’t arrest me for it, I’m new to it Hundred G’s in my dresser drawer, I’m blessed No stress, my only guess is that less is more, more or less Who gave the world more fire but got less reward? The same flow that just undressed your wh#re The rest should wear ’em a vest, I’m set for war, n#gg#, press record Yeah, rest assured The best is here in the flesh and that’s for sure Part I – ’93 ‘Til Infinity by Souls of Mischief Cole Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #108 Cole Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #108 Lyrics – J.

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