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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoRise and Shine
There's a nigga right now somewhereHe at the table with a bowl of apple jacksAnd he's reading the back of the cerealAnd in between the apple jacks he's writing some shitAnd he wants my spotI'mma find him though, I'mma sign him..I don't want no problemsLike we always do at this time, cole blowin' your mindHey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designedTook my time, crept from behindAnd I opened up your blinds, rise and shine, cole worldSame nigga used to drive around with yo girlIn my mama's civic, now I'm our here tryna get itI ain't like you lame ass niggas, boy I spit it how I live itSo when you see me in the streets, man I ain't got a mimicCause I ain't got an image to uphold, this real shitI ain't got a gimmick I just flow and niggas went nuts forThe boy that set fire to the boothIn a game full of liars it turns out that I'm the truthSome say that rap's alive, it turns out that I'm the proofCause the ones y'all thought would save the day can't even tie my bootsThe ones y'all thought could hang with me can't even tie my nooseLet these words be my bullets nigga, I don't rhyme I shoot, bang!Before I wakeI pray to the lord, my soul to takeLord I been dreamin' bout the paper, get rich fore I see my life caperHope my mama get to see jamaica before she meet her makerI hoop was never good enough to ever be a lakerBut these words I record got me ballin', jordanMore than a rapper this a natural disasterBoy, I'm meaner than katrina mixed with gina, "shut up, cole!"This is for my niggas back home, homes, what up bo?This is for the bitches that played me, what up ho?Nah I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real badTwo kids that don't even know their real dadReal sad, baby girl I wish you still had itThen maybe you could get a taste of livin' villematicIs cole still at it? y'all be talkin' about the same shitThat's how I feel about it, mama was a real addictThat's why I don't respect that lyin' ass white shit you talkin'Cole's planning funerals, you might fit the coffinGet on your job lil mane, this ain't saturdayWe in two different lanes, you can't navigateWe in two different games, you playin' patty cakeBrother you're lame, you're shane battierYou out of shape, my mind run a mile a minuteThe sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in itMy rides is tinted', my knob's gettin' slobbed up in itShe hollerin' god, man you would've thought that god was in itBut it's just a nigga god inventedThe best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit itBut if this shit ain't fire nigga, why you noddin' with it?The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibin' with itNow you all conflicted cause my flows is wickedAnd my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin' meCause they know a star when they see a star, niggaAin't even got to fuck him to know he a raw niggaI got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, niggaYou saved so many hoes, you a hero nigga!Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like pacWhen he slept with madonna, hey, this is death before dishonorGet arrested and forget to tell my mamaShe got enough to stress about, my niggas gonna get me outThen we hit the club with the thugs and the liquorsNo criminal record but I'm makin' criminal recordsIsn't it ironic? isn't it iconic?Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on itBut it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want itThe city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on itWhen you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it?Maybe not yet but bitch I got the clock setIt goes tick-tock, game on lockSun gon' shine but the reign won't stop, oh no!
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