Lyrics:
what I sold so
I never really cared what I sold
Late nights in the cold
Bag 5 on a coat
KMT
Minding my own
Mind on my phone
Grand valse for
it repeated
Under pressue it stresses
I can't measure it messes
With me which oppresses
Thoughts that addresses
The messes in my damn mind
That can
out in Milan
I said to my nigga, "let's kill her
We got big shit to lose"
Beside livin' like Carlos Slim
I hold the Uzi
Looked at me, "yeah?" sinister
to you
Then know that I'm overworking myself 'cause my heart and mind into it
Ain't been a black hero since Robert Townsend
So for meeting your man I
[Baby talking]
Um hmm:fo sho
You can do big thangs when you're the Big Tymers
And even if you ain't nigga just keep grindin' nigga
You really don
it
And I guarantee that half of these people still have a one track mind
Don't waste my time
You know I just adjust like that
Don't know why they so
Daddy money borrowed?
Yes, and the Monte Carlo
Lord knows you, you will follow this I know, I know
The toughest pill to swallow
You'll never be
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
advance, 'cause we tryin'
Ignore my whole plea, watchin' us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a fuck about us
Now if I
of this life out of this mind out of this
I put my trust in you
But where does this conclude
I had never much of this bravado
But I always wanted monte
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
a nigga by surprise, I was astounded
He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'?
You say'n you don't know bout it? Know bout what?
Atlantic
Death before dishonesty a box in doing life in
Yeah & it's vee from here on out
Shiest the album
You gotta pay for that
Hey, hey, hey
And i don
But then the rappers that get em done had albums that flip-flopped
I never flopped an album in my career
You could stand in my shadow and you still
shootin when we shot
Use to showing love to my dog through a green dot
If I don't know you I'm serving you rerock
They put the cuffs on my wrist like
dry
I’m drug in by my tide
It’s been fun I tried
Lord Lord Lord
Blessed self love straight up
You don’t have to look any further
Pray up stay up
Know
the drawings, the campaign was fully funded. I had raised a little over $10,000 to record and produce my very first album. I titled it everyday holidays. It was
They don’t want me in album mode
They rather rock bottom
Staring down the barrel of a calico
Looking at my algorithms
I’m about to blow
All white
No one ever do it like me when I say shit
Rap so good I think of giving up my day shift
Dropped my last album that shit was for the ages
So now I
praying they don't see a tomorrow
Feel like Cole got a dollar and a dream to get to Monte Carlo
White boy rapping but no this ain't no Jack Harlow
Ask my
and The Country Roads Collection Albums.
You know sometimes I can't get to sleep at night
I can't quiet my heart or my mind
I toss and turn, I ache and burn
I get
Yea forgi auto
Woah Monte Carlo
Yea forgi auto
Woah Monte Carlo
Woah woah forgi auto
Woah woah Monte Carlo
Taking off like a rocket
Go and get my
by the screen door
Wants to play catch
Go fetch
I got you here next to me
Head on my shoulder, hand on my knee
Tell me, girl, how am I supposed
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