Yeah, you can hate me now
B**h n**a, Cold Gang, yeah
I might just dock off in the hill with a model b**h (rrah)
Popped a half a thirty shorty threw it back and I demolished it (facts)
Asked about you in your hood and they told me you was not legit (p**y)
We the last of a dyin' breed I hope they acknowledge it (for real)
I hope that when I go I'm remembered (ha for real)
I got a heart full of anger (damn)
Poppin' Percocets like I'm injured (shit)
N**a tried to rob me that was way back in September (way back)
So I held the AK to the sky like it's Simba
We ain't have no heater it was cold in December
Coldest day in the winter (bah) dropped the top in the winter
We ain't got not time for f**' hidden agendas
Police run in the spot we put the drugs in the blender
20/20 vision tunnel vision ain't no competition
Niggas used to call us them magicians we made shit go missin' (yeah)
Used to post up in the dirty kitchen Slayter water whippin' (whip whip)
We was out here doin' other shit that we don't gotta mention (shh)
Lil' bro just got sentenced for four he got caught with a weapon (blatt)
Shoutout to the girl I'm f**' now she brings me other women (for real)
Know some niggas that can't wait until the day they catch me slippin'
Feelin' diabolical but I'ma send those boys to Heaven (yeah look)
My plug did a lot for me Black Soprano Monopoly (ugh)
A n**a catch me slippin' that probably be on the hockey rink (let's go)
Bad bitches flock to me, obviously (obviously)
I put up thirty K and get ten of y'all hit that's just a wash to me
My n**a spinnin' (yeah) made a masterpiece with half a ki'
Me and gang f**' Russian models all Fashion Week (all Fashion Week)
Shoot somethin' then get back to me
Where you rappers get the audacity to even send a track to me? (Who you?)
In the restaurant let it hit me and Slayter (my n**a)
Took the money out his pocket and gave the tip to the waiter
This the youngest with new guns and old heads and gators
And for niggas like who survived without a label
Back to the basics though paper all we knew grindin' all we do
Ice from my watch drippin' in this 1942 (1942)
The plug told me I was fearless and y'all just be spooked
You gotta spend at least a dub just to call him a deuce
Celebratin' we gon' pop these bottles all we want
.40 on me smokin' this gelato .41 (gelato .41)
Before this rap money they dope encouraged us n**a
Still got a stash house back home with no furniture in it
The butcher comin'
Gang winners, like Dame Lillard insane pillars (game time)
Hustle sold separately word came with us
Rap lane or the trap lane both lanes with it
Whole thing clickin' whole thing flippin' for the pippin' (thirty-three)
Keep the operation kill our opposition (right)
Lil' punks get hit with the hammer without the clip in
A marks parked in front the crib abort the mission (abort the mission)
God sendin' signs when he talk I listen (when he talk I listen)
One thing he blessed me with was flawless vision
I got a knack for eyeballin' them zips I got an easy system (really)
Better numbers to avoid collision
Heavy is the head that wears the crown I play my position (right)
You talkin' hustlers I'm a top seed possibly top three
One of the few that break it down for you probably
Kush God, all the lead, I'm John Moxley
Still move a couple boxes at a top speed
Claude Monet I'm paintin' pictures in the form of scriptures(artwork)
St. Thomas workin' on my jump shot I was rockin' linen (swish)
Lots of women three-story yacht we was just vibin' wit' 'em (vibes)
Vibes we hit 'em back to back Lamb' trucks we be slidin' in 'em (gone)
I remember cheffin' ready rock inside a heavy pot
For ten K we had the welly pop day that "Chevy" dropped
Hidden hills model h**s with deals givin' mega top (suckin' mad d**k)
Popped a pill before they brought the bill I was hella bopped
Uh I came a long way from sellin' yellow tops (long way)
Duckin' from the cops cased up used to stress a lot (used to stress a lot)
F**k the opps take this stream money get a n**a shot (get a n**a shot)
Free money bank scheme money you know how we rock (you know how we rock)
Lil' bro just punched his whole crib my n**a pieces hot
Aks .40s wit' the drums right at Lisa spot
Diva thot s**e in the car we don't speak a lot (she don't say much)
Creep the drop Pacific coast highway bumpin' Speakerboxxx
All types of fly shit n**a
Know what the f**k going on Cold Gang, fast money shit
nah mean?
World got me f**d up, n**a
