Cold War (feat. Charleone)

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Kang Shark

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Sippin liquor smokin killa calm a niggas mind
Thinkn bout da time I was fine I was nine
Now I'm olda lifes colda writin ova rhymes
Bout my grind all da times I'm left behind
Work 4 days purple haze da way Techs and nines
I ain't bussin cussin dat I'm fuckn reppin mine 
I ain't got a check or dime so crimes next n line
Drugs at your worst of lows youll have da best of highs
I got da right 2 live why I feel I'm left 2 die
Bless me my, God, help me testify
I Gotta lotta lil shit I gots ta rectify
Mothafucka you don't wanna see my hectic side
Everyone buggin me f*ck it G where's da pesticide
Mind is such a mess from life who feels just as I
Lets decide should I die as my neck is tied
Legs dangle as I strangle lookin petrified
Till I rest my eyes n my body's swept aside
Rise as an angel let my wings stretch 2 fly
Till it frys and I dive to da depths of my 
Hell oh well maybe nextuh time betcha tryin for
Something worth dyin for stop cryin n whinin
And start grindin more, you mayans sure dis da end of your giant world 
This a cold violent war know whatcha fighting for cause I kno that I'll b sure

This is a Cold War, you betta know what you're fighting for
This a Cold War, you betta know what you're fighting for
Yea yea

R-R-R-Rollin up the sticky stuff henny in my Dixie cup
Biggie stuck n my head why dey tryna stick me up
For my paper hataz madeuh nigga vapor sixty puffs
If life is a fairy tale I'm sniffin up da pixie dust
No pity in da city where the semis bust
So I party wit Bacardi and some ditzy sluts
Gimme cups time to shine n get tipsy'd up
Pretty much seriously anythin to lift me up
Quickie fucks wit a slut cause I needa pick me up
Giddie up 4 da itty bitty committee tity fucks
Realli fucked in da head eva since a kiddie brah
Pops beat n whip me n dis nigga Bibby gimme drugs
Mix me up* X n weedn tweakn readin billy gruff 
Goat so I float like a ho b4 a mickey crushed
Hits shit bitch don't needa callin a gyspy up
To see my fortune tellin me it sucks not havin any bucks
Gave my momma 20 dollaz dat we both kan divy up
Cannot wait until I'm great n I kan give her diddy bucks
Until den until da end drop heat till ya crispy crust
Realli brah, dat goes 4 all u itsy glitzy sissy fucks

Busted for gun charges and sellin weed
F on my report card thats a felony
You can still get a jobs what theyre tellin me
As everyone gets hired but me n hella G's
Got so many chips on my shoulders vato
Top those chips wit cheese make me nachos
But wit D million of records I've not sold
Ive got no cheese xcept cheese frum costcos
Gots to be more to life I forgot dough
Look out dough window n I swear Picasso
Couldn't picture all da hostile block folks
Hangn bangn slangn exchangin rocks 4
Gwapo, nomo el chapo popo I'm out yo
I ain't street nomo like I'ma potholes
All I want is money weed pussy n God though
Without work school rules fools n gospel, King Shark nigga

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