Aiyyo
I swear this sh*t is unfair
Why n*ggas wit no talent makin money, while my destiny is unclear?
I ain't the only one who tryna make it somewhere
So ya'll could give it up
But I ain't even close to done here, sh*t
Yeah I'm livin through these flows that I drop..
Sinnin more than I should, momma knows that I'm not
An angel, far from it, but I goes from the top
Til I can brag about the brands on the clothes that I cop
Won't stop til my wallet it ain't got no room
My sh*t is all day dawg, I'm not no June
No July, no guns, I ain't go no goons
Stack paper til it spills, I ain't got no brooms
Goddamn it man I gotta blow
Fore I end up in a box from a shot
Realizin that I gotta go
Gotta know, and understand practice makes perfect
So I'm rappin til I'm stackin up a lotta dough
Catapult from this pothole to my paradise
Either I'mma make it, or I'll fall gettin paralyzed
Gotta get it in til the cop sirens flyin out
I'm a lyricist, Ludacris, man we dyin out
Boy im tryin out but the game tough
Lotta playas in my city tryna spit the same stuff
So I change up, like Obama said
Yeah, it's Cole World, but I'm hotter than a sauna bed
Out for that piranha bread
Rip it if I gots to
Livin like a villan but im chillin if I gots you
True... and by you I mean the microphone
Cause you listen well, so the booth is feelin like a throne
Like a stone bein thrown at a metal home
Ain't no breakin me, these boys are deaf I need a megaphone
Hope its known, I'm a faucet on the hottest beats
Future got a flow that send a cold into the hottest streets
So... take a seat if you can't stand the rap
Definition of a rat is someone who can't stand the trap
Yeah. spill rhymes til they sweep up
Love to see my car dash (Kardash) but they never keep up..
Get it...keep up....w the...car dash
She want me to hit that bumper like a car crash
Damn...man I said , and ill say it twice
Rhymin ain't hobby anymore this sh*t a way of life