Coldwater Cypher (feat. Jean Placide, Devin Malek, Tru & Craig Dollas)

Aye, uh, aye
Stackin' like Frito Lay
No slackin' no, we don't play
Then siid done cooked up the beat
We heatin' up ain't no shade, yeah
H-O-M-I-E-S yeah, we stay down
Riding real smooth like the wheels up on the greyhound
Chillin' in the PLGRND
Direct deposit in my paypal
Yeah, yeah
You know that my niggas make the great sound
Yeah, yeah
Homies real cold like a blizzard, more tricks than a wizard,
Sensei like I'm Splinter, yeah

You dig? yeah
A young fly nigga from the East side, the D-E-C-L-A
Then we really get your paper up around this mother fucker
You dig
Devin Malek, You dumb
You know what I'm talkin' bout - East Atlanta shit

Check, look
I said, this the way to get it nigga
40 By the backseat
Burning through the pressure
Niggas rushing like a athlete
No questions asked
Grab backs, make'em last nigga
Sippin' cold wine, lil shawty roll the last swisher
I been running laps
New state, landed last week
Siid dropped the beat, no stall, really hit the work
Grew up with manors, said excuse me when the burner burp
Sliding through the city, whole car smelling like the purp
Yeah
I'm just a player from the East side
Mind gone planet, really buzzing like a bee hive, aha
Never stop fuckin' working
You already know I found my purpose and I make it last
Just like that
Find me on Jamaican Ave. curry patty stuck in the bag
And that's a fact
Shout out Tru to the right, niggas gettin' mad

Awhh, fuck it aahahaha
Fuck it nigga, Homies Only nigga
Same shit nigga

Same shit different day
Aye, aye
But, all these niggas rap verses and left the studio, we still here
On some real shit

Yuh, look
6 Rings on my left hand, I earned them
Champion in my hood, came out Leimert man
I bitch slap a nigga, whoever diss that
Made a quick stack, then he went and record flipped that
Tryna elevate
Half way to a decade
I'm still out here tryna get paid
T be in the studio with kings around him
Yeah, I rap nice but, the steez is outchea
All pressure, 24K results told you no lesser
Built the whole foundation off my last efforts
Rode waves, broke the chain, thrive under pressure
Like I jumped off the boat with my ancestors
Gold rush, gold diggin' - Imma get it
Real specific, extraordinary living
Young, black and I'm gifted
Niggas so young and reckless
Questioning how I'm living
When you can't sit in my section, how that work

I been dirt since birth
From the 15th to the 1st
Imma get it, Imma work
Niggas know that Imma hurt
Make'em church
Niggas see it and they hands up high
It's like I came in with the K how they up in the sky
I mean, Niggas understand
That I need my bread
I can't stop
Need my bands
Need my head
You know
Riding home on the 110 tryna get another bag
Errybody tryna find a way to get in
I don't ever fit in
Nigga I'm a difference
Niggas never seen what I seen, so you couldn't be me
Young Dollas been a king
Looking for a queen in the meantime



Credits
Writer(s): Jean-paul Vercher
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