Lyrics:
cash to blow
Yo yo your nose gon' grow
Just like pinocchio your lying that your hot as me but that is not the truth
Oh no my left right wrist is truly
problems I'm broken
And I ain't trynna be rude
Just trynna start with the truth
I gotta cold heart baby
Been a minute it's frozen
I wear my heart on my
Cold what I'm reppin'
Big .38 for the weapon (ah)
Man down, check the scoreboard
I'm a bulldog with this .44
Break legs like Paul George
Said, I
vains spilled
Shit load of arteries
Any rap motherfucker tryna say
They hard as me tell the truth
I don't know why these niggas start with me
I been in it
the door nigga,
Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones
You can ask my homies
I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me
Now I blew up
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
gettin' on
So I turned cold, givin 'em hard dick and straight to the hole
Like Rod Strickland, it was takin' it's toll
I needed someone I could hold in
amiri cuz a nigga really cold this all I do
All eyes on me red buttons on my feet everytime I walk in
I drip like some water but a nigga really saucing
by
I just want
What I can't get
And I'll never have
Cause we try too hard
And we crash course
When I'm not sure
Circumstances
Have their own way
Fuck
I'm the truth man I feel like a profit all these blues
Lining up in my pocket all this drip know them
Niggas gone copy to the top I took off like
It's hard to figure out what to say about George Floyd
This man kneeled on a man's neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds
Can you imagine that
I don't
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
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Lyrics and Music by Andrew Weiss
16 and a half centuries to go, and where it goes, nobody knows
I was punished for being born twice, and I
break it down
I stole moment while the coke was dancing on my nose hair
I swore to take you to the truth nobody goes there
So many flaked on me I moved
And I know a snakes near, I keep a tool for when I'm gardening
Shh
Ay, rain, snow, or sleet, you can catch me in the field
I know the truth hard
been fine and so I did
But we both know the truth is hard to come by
And if I told the truth, that's not quit true.
Some days are diamonds, Some
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps
you see,
Times like these ---- gets Written into family Histories
Stacks of Records out in the Trash
George Jones
I'm cold in my heart
I'm cold on the throne
Surrounded by snakes
Made it here on my own
I played my part
Now I'm cold to the bone
Ye I got a house
move,
And choose the course you're running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
on the edge of a razor
Remember that
Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak
My mino's
Smell that in the air?
Smells just like despair
Sayin' it's hard for you
I just call it fair
Don't let the jealousy ruin your blush
Don't let the cold
kinda funny how I can't seem to get away from you
It's almost like you don't want me to
You've got a cold heart and the cold hard truth
I got
You can't come up in my home
I kick you out like Jon Jones
Oh girl I know you strong
Didn't think it'd take this long
You crying by the sunset like
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