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Cole Ross

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I was never like them boys up in my crew down from the south
I had my partner from the A, he was on that tip like Bring Em Out
Back when I moved out to VA, I was tryna raise my clout
But it don't matter where I stay, you know Jersey what I'm bout, what I'm bout
And I'm bout that, if you don't know then my pardon, I'm from the state with the garden
I rock it plus you cannot guard him, you might mistake me for Harden
Cole, but I don't be in Martin, Rossi, that spitter from NJ
I just wan chill with mis primos, chicos, del equipo, soy el presidente
Real rap, this the template, kingpenning like the rent's late
Outta Jersey like I'm JR, off the Henny on a Wednesday
I wanna ball like Penn State, I told my boss that I been great
Two tapes had them feeling bullish, then I 3 peat like MJ
I been screaming round the World straight
Earn digits, never burn bridges, what Trenton makes, see the world takes
This the heat that make the world break, they aint gon miss what we do
And no weed, but this Home seed gon stick to the roots, cuz I'm

Homegrown, I was bred with a different mind
That's long gone, but believe me, I be getting mine
I get extra live when I'm in the 7-5
But listen I'm still just young Rossi from that 609
From that 609, from that 609
Listen I'm still just young Rossi from that 609
From that 609, from that 609
Listen I'm still just young Rossi from that 609

From that 609 yeah, ma, your son gon shine yeah
No I ain't no Delta, women on my line yeah
They just wanna come and kick it, show them girls a time yeah
I don't gotta pay no tickets, they all think I'm fine yeah
Hold wait, back to point, tryna my take my whole state back to joint
Rather back to the jawn, back when we'd rap with backpacks on, smacked, crash on the lawn
Now we finna blow like the blast of a bomb, hand me any test and I'll pass with aplomb
Know that Cole gon best ya, drive like went and bought a Tesla, foot on the gas and I'm gone
(Uh, Skrrt) Rims spinning, raised in the Well, but I been Trenton
Boys got busted in 7th grade, where you think a nigga learned bout this kingpenning
And we been winning, from New York to philly, it's awesome really
No matter where we are, we these kill these, imitators, lord forgive me, got my forces with me, oh God
(Jersey) I put it on like I ball, we don't nothing like y'all
I made my way in Va, but I don't got me no drawl
Cuz I'm a Mercer kid, Trenton bred since I nursed a bib
Made me headstrong, so your best song ain't better than the worst I did, and I mean that

Homegrown, I was bred with a different mind
That's long gone, but believe me, I be getting mine
I get extra live when I'm in the 7-5
But listen I'm still just young Rossi from that 609
From that 609, from that 609
Listen I'm still just young Rossi from that 609
From that 609, from that 609
Listen I'm still just young Rossi from that 609

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