Lyrics:
to your caucus
Like the Rucker, balling, like I'm Zuckerberg, oh Cole you lost us
This is just my stream of conscience, the train of thought is Acela
the missing piece
Lost the lock and the keys soul of Alicia
Got a hold on me, pullin me deeper
I'm in love but girl you Cole (Cold) I need Keyshia
I get
look like Keyshia Cole and she heaven-sent, Baby bottles for the drink for when it's time to measure it
Them pints in by the load, you would think that
Remember you was Keyshia Cole screaming
For the love now we stuck we can't even reminisce bout what it was
Peace of mind in a bind tryna hold a peace
oto society wdrawls then changes
My discography a prophecy the Lord really changed me
I'm going through wdrawls while I'm rapping in my basement
Wdrawls
playing in my mind
Just the sound of my whole career
Crashing burning
The thing that I mostly fear
Was on track for the first two years
Until I let
or from the hood
Keyshia cole or meagan good
Keep it low is understood
Play your role
Do your part
The love we making is an art
From my mind to your heart
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
you date a hooker, oh wait you married one
Your wife choked on my dick, just like your dad choked on your relationship
Changed your status from married
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
Flesh from my blood I caress
Right on the page so it's fresh
I take my time, but express
Lot on my mind, but I guess
It's just in my genes like
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
to find it
Never mind it, you'll never reach that
Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap
That's every track
Don't give 'em too much
always feel behind
In my mind, but fuck tryin' and not doin'
Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
I said fuck tryin' and not doin'
Cause not
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
life
All the fuckin snitches gone dead for shot by my eagle glock pow
Stop it robbin the bitches telling they saying just a walwal
Oh my god I dont feel
around, and
I'm touching my fucking limbs
And I'm good before anybody called me and
Said congratulations or anything nice
It had already changed it
Wasn't
sleuth
Clever mind, to my youth
Phone booth, constant ring
Picking up, gave me wings
Used to talk, Now I sing
Used to walk, Now running
Funny thing, is how
, it's all just rearranged
Like a picture in your mind of a love you left behind
Not that much has changed
When I left she said she'd be, waitin'
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
the heat to kids
They'll riddle thru ur ligaments, I'm on my E.Nygma shit
Speak of which, riddle me this
Why do u wreak of fish
And love getting beat by
as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist
sunsets in my mind
Don't know what I'm doing but I try
I float by
Call me if you maybe find the time
(WEAU Weather Broadcast)
've drowned in tequila
With all of my people
We all love the reefer
They follow the leader
They want cocaina
I'm runnin' a fever
Call my mom say Theresa Cole's
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