Cold Blooded

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No one ever gave me shit
No one ever told me flow or to rap like this
No one gone make me rich
Ain't a single soul that I know spitting facts like this
Blew up on the map like this
Bring it to ya skullcap like this
Can't lack, don't miss
Cold blooded heart, don't skip
One goal from the start get rich
Its Atlas bitch

Not good with hooks imma spit every lining
Up these rappers one head at a time
Mind on my money, my money is fine
Remind me of something that I gotta climb
Glock on my hip, Optimus prime
If a cop on my dick, imma optimist mime
Sold 26 I would roll up two dimes
Now its a eighth and I let it unwind

Played in the field for a sack like a lineman
I talked to God then I started rhyming
Bitches like I like think I seen you before
Hold up a minute, ain't ya name Brian
F*ck no it's ATLAS, spit like a Mac 10
I'm good at math best at subtraction
Blowing on cat piss, stay with a bad bitch
Keep me a gat like it's part of my fashion
Eat like a fat bitch, sharp as a cactus
You in my comments ain't bout shit catfish
I blew up solo I ain't no taking photo
You bitches ain't want me when I didn't have shit
I turned this rapping shit into a habit
All I know stack it
Money Jurassic
Hang with assassins
I gotta question so I'm gonna ask it

Who you better than
You is not a veteran telling me how to do something you ain't never did
Where's the evidence pussy you irrelevant
I'm the one who let the dogs outs and I'll let em in
Like a letterman got this shit sewn up grown up
I done blown up out the sediment
I really rip shit so sick from my lip when I spit quick get hit flow medicine

Atlas I'm one hella of guy get lost in some melanin thighs
White guy kite high with some relevant rhymes
I got on Mary J. Blige on repeat cause she the only bitch ain't telling me lies
F*ck the stars got the letters aligned
I'm a star, I'm a vet in his prime
Imma threat with the 9
End up dead if you get out of line
I'm a don with some veteran rhymes
I got 17 in a glock 9
Imma let it ring get a op lined
I was 17 with a glock 9
I was 17 thinking top 5
Bitch I rap from 11 to 9 then I trap from 11 to 5
That boy Atlas ahead of his time
Thinking back roll a back in the back of the Bach and get Jettison high

No one ever gave me shit
No one ever told me flow or to rap like this
No one gone make me rich
Ain't a single soul that I know spitting facts like this
Blew up on the map like this
Bring it to ya skullcap like this
Can't lack, don't miss
Cold blooded heart, don't skip
One goal from the start get rich
Its Atlas bitch

Got no love
Just some cold blood with some gold slugs and a old gun
I don't want smoke but if the guns show from your folk imma blow sumn
In a Lamborghini with the doors up
Smoking like a genie when I roll up
Everybody see me got my nose up
Can't nobody be me you would fold up

No one ever gave me shit
No one ever told me flow or to rap like this
No one gone make me rich
Ain't a single soul that I know spitting facts like this
Blew up on the map like this
Bring it to ya skullcap like this
Can't lack, don't miss
Cold blooded heart, don't skip
One goal from the start get rich
Its Atlas bitch

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