Flow so Cold
Aye this shit right on time
raw uncut, straight to your gut
Folks and Savv, talk that shit
Going nowhere, Im a be right here
all up in your ear like wax do
See the hate from the sideline, time after time
but nobody ever f*cking asked you
Mouthpiece so sweet, pull a bar from any verse
put it on your arm, make a good tattoo
Before it's all said and done, they gone' know I'm the one
when they see my name sitting on a statue
On a statue, boy I got stature
you ain't even in my zip code f*ck boy rapper
Oh you get madder, it really don't matter
it's the cold hard truth, move on chunk deuce
Flow so cold, wear a coat in the booth
mic iced up when I frost that groove
F*cking with the wrong tongue, don't let me loose
you not grinding what's your excuse
Like Dr. Seuss I got a colorful pen
spitting in the booth, while I sip this Hen
Too real on the mic, don't know how to pretend
Skilled on the mic I don't follow your trends
See this cold cold world through a different lense
with my day 1s, I don't need new friends
That's why I got my own bread I don't need your ends
Got my own problems, I don't need your sins
Yea Yea, tell me something that I don't know
You can keep ya sins Im at my quota bro
Cup run-ith over, call me the closer
red rover, don't send the wolverines over
All black come through so lit
psycho bob and the astrodome sh*t
Folks and Savvy know its bout to hit
back and forth, Feder Nedal on the court
Flow so cold, Flow so cold, Flow so cold
Flow so cold
be killing these h*es
Flow so cold, Flow so cold, Flow so cold
Flow so cold
be killing these h*es
Boys see through, I don't need you
I'm a eagle, you a little fetal
Ask the people, I keep it regal
never feeble, we not equal
Paint the easel, yea I'm the fecal
matter fact I'm pouring diesel
Gas all in my evil beetle
I'm a stunt man, Evel Knievel
Be stunting on um like Super Dave
be killing beats till I'm in my grave
Im a indie rapper never be a slave
riding waves with my indie babe
Somewhere out in Cartagena
me and mamacita do the Macarena
Later on we flame up the mary jane-a
If you mad at my life get the middle fanger(F*ck um all...)
That means read between the f*cking lines
get cream that aint never been a problem I...
Step right up to the plate, no wasting time
calling shots out the block, slow trot
Give it all I got, every minute I'm in it
learned way back no love given to winners
So as hate is great, bourbon is good
and people are f*cking crazy
Flow so cold, never rhyming lazy
my life full of color so purple hazy
N*gg*s try to fade me, but I move too slick
still young and wavy on some too cool sh*t
Talking flows I got boo koos sh*t
can rhyme over old school new school sh*t
Gone and crank the beat up, get the crowd too lit
Folks and Savv another... another crew hit
Flow so cold, Flow so cold, Flow so cold
Flow so cold
be killing these h*es
Flow so cold, Flow so cold, Flow so cold
Flow so cold
be killing these h*es
Nine times out of ten you don't really want it
me versus me, only me is my opponent
All money mine I don't really want to loan it
N*ggas hear my style turn around and try to clone it
Imitate my songs turn around try to own it
See my girl *ss turn around and try to bone it
I know what you thinking that right there
Sound like some sucka *ss n*gg* shit don't it, don't it
Anyway smooth on it, gotta' get it while I can if I want to be the man
In a world full of dogs that eat other dogs
that's why I'm out here like Jaws
I will eat this beat up, then come f*ck yo' sh*t up
If it falls on deaf ears then enough is enough
raw uncut, straight to your gut
Folks and Savv, talk that shit
Going nowhere, Im a be right here
all up in your ear like wax do
See the hate from the sideline, time after time
but nobody ever f*cking asked you
Mouthpiece so sweet, pull a bar from any verse
put it on your arm, make a good tattoo
Before it's all said and done, they gone' know I'm the one
when they see my name sitting on a statue
On a statue, boy I got stature
you ain't even in my zip code f*ck boy rapper
Oh you get madder, it really don't matter
it's the cold hard truth, move on chunk deuce
Flow so cold, wear a coat in the booth
mic iced up when I frost that groove
F*cking with the wrong tongue, don't let me loose
you not grinding what's your excuse
Like Dr. Seuss I got a colorful pen
spitting in the booth, while I sip this Hen
Too real on the mic, don't know how to pretend
Skilled on the mic I don't follow your trends
See this cold cold world through a different lense
with my day 1s, I don't need new friends
That's why I got my own bread I don't need your ends
Got my own problems, I don't need your sins
Yea Yea, tell me something that I don't know
You can keep ya sins Im at my quota bro
Cup run-ith over, call me the closer
red rover, don't send the wolverines over
All black come through so lit
psycho bob and the astrodome sh*t
Folks and Savvy know its bout to hit
back and forth, Feder Nedal on the court
Flow so cold, Flow so cold, Flow so cold
Flow so cold
be killing these h*es
Flow so cold, Flow so cold, Flow so cold
Flow so cold
be killing these h*es
Boys see through, I don't need you
I'm a eagle, you a little fetal
Ask the people, I keep it regal
never feeble, we not equal
Paint the easel, yea I'm the fecal
matter fact I'm pouring diesel
Gas all in my evil beetle
I'm a stunt man, Evel Knievel
Be stunting on um like Super Dave
be killing beats till I'm in my grave
Im a indie rapper never be a slave
riding waves with my indie babe
Somewhere out in Cartagena
me and mamacita do the Macarena
Later on we flame up the mary jane-a
If you mad at my life get the middle fanger(F*ck um all...)
That means read between the f*cking lines
get cream that aint never been a problem I...
Step right up to the plate, no wasting time
calling shots out the block, slow trot
Give it all I got, every minute I'm in it
learned way back no love given to winners
So as hate is great, bourbon is good
and people are f*cking crazy
Flow so cold, never rhyming lazy
my life full of color so purple hazy
N*gg*s try to fade me, but I move too slick
still young and wavy on some too cool sh*t
Talking flows I got boo koos sh*t
can rhyme over old school new school sh*t
Gone and crank the beat up, get the crowd too lit
Folks and Savv another... another crew hit
Flow so cold, Flow so cold, Flow so cold
Flow so cold
be killing these h*es
Flow so cold, Flow so cold, Flow so cold
Flow so cold
be killing these h*es
Nine times out of ten you don't really want it
me versus me, only me is my opponent
All money mine I don't really want to loan it
N*ggas hear my style turn around and try to clone it
Imitate my songs turn around try to own it
See my girl *ss turn around and try to bone it
I know what you thinking that right there
Sound like some sucka *ss n*gg* shit don't it, don't it
Anyway smooth on it, gotta' get it while I can if I want to be the man
In a world full of dogs that eat other dogs
that's why I'm out here like Jaws
I will eat this beat up, then come f*ck yo' sh*t up
If it falls on deaf ears then enough is enough
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Smith, Michael Northern
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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