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make another album
Get some features on it too
I recognize the snakes
So I'm careful who I choose
There's people everywhere
Still playin' with the noose

You know, the first time I've seen you in that room
I felt like: "something's up" and I changed
I don't know if I'm saying it 'cause I'd like to be -

to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me

like they from the bay
But I see it all the way to the O.A.K you wanna be everywhere at once
Pulled out of the valley I am, threats too cold you have

doin'
After it's all done
Then you know we get to screwin'
Every single place
Cause you want it where we doin'
Everywhere we do it
Gotta love it, where we

Dudes were bad in every way back in 1942
This guy named Hitler was a dude
The sex offender list got Chris and Jimmy
Bob and Rick and Josh
The football

Carolina feel
Everywhere that I go I bring my Carolina Feel

You're always on my mind
I Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
You're always

finish
I lose in 2K games by double digits
My girl yell at me she say "Do the dishes"
You not my momma nor my daddy don't be tellin' me shit
Then I go

out this maze
Of constant regret and constant rethink
I need to rethink
If my last album was more than just an escape
For revenge
I have every reason

said
I just type it up, I don't use no pen
If I did, the ink would be blood red
You better watch out, I'm everywhere you've fled
Don't run away from

won't break
Playing dirty yeah I'm too sick with the word play
I make words that don't rhyme start rhyming like you're gay
Be on your way I'm a mercy

From slapping emcees from here to Dallas, yeah
Yo, if God loves ugly then I must be his favorite
Still act shitty, drop a bitch all flagrant
Rap Bob

won't break
Playing dirty yeah I'm too sick with the word play
I make words that don't rhyme start rhyming like you're gay
Be on your way I'm a mercy

a full stomach and some shit for the summer
Khaled whatever you want nigga this is another one
Kiss the artwork leave your lipstick on the cover
The album

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

Them big B's head so good
Almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros
Damn near the Max Man if I could
I'll throw yo album in the trash

view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule 
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional 
Ten toes down to move

heard of me 
And you think I copie Eminem 
Because I came up with this flow 
When I was choosen by the goat 

Nothing is gonna be easy in life 
Ever since

It takes more than intellect to be a musician
Put your soul in
Oh yeah this is perfect
Shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Bitch I don't miss, I just hit

than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got

translation
It's like I'm holding together but then I'm losing my patience
I'm just so tired of waiting
I'm just so tired of fake shit
Everywhere that I'm

better
Codeine in the sprite can it doesn't matter
I been rapping for the money I can never fall off
Coachella, bitches everywhere looking like Cinderella

Somethin' that they just won't know
They don't know what it was like to do a line of blow
At a party where you were surrounded by fuckers you didn't know
Now

trying to get the racks
But they be hating and they envy me
Can I let them take me

762 baby
We do walk ups and drive bys
We spinning in Mercedes

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