Cold Rage Freestyle
Tired of suckas Koko been on his own wave
44th floor chilling I'm in my own lane
Focused on myself can't revert to the old ways
Don't care bout diamonds rather rock all the gold chains
Nike puffer keeping me warm on the cold days
Hotest nigga out spitting gas like it's propane
Took a different road to many snakes in the roadway
Tell it to the mic, shit light I'm in cold rage
Every time a nigga hear my name they thinking it's sweet
They don't know the work I put in I been this elite
One phone call to the homie I'm up in the streets
But I ain't finna do that cause my littles depending on me
I can make six figures here or for making a three
Pull up give you thirty like it's nothing go back in my sleep
Started last year you ain't shit you just average to me
Do this shit for fun and I'm still running laps on the beat
I'm running laps in the stu, I'm running laps on these tracks
Running up my blues, Don't wanna go back to the back
Niggas got no clue, We finna drop all this pressure
Bums is old news, I am the new measure
I am the new treasure, I am the new aggressor
Shaq's to the vapor max nigga I'm way fresher
I am way better, Im in this shit forever
I can go bar for bar nigga with whoever
Cold Rage Freestyle chill like I'm back on the east
Thinking imma beast whenever I go attack on the beat
Hooper making music shit funny they laughing at me
But guess where I'll be when you niggas start asking for feats
No where near you goofies cause you doing reactions for me
Or maybe have my last name on your back when I act in the league
Or in the nose bleeds watching games and clapping for me
Like damn we could've made it to the top but I'm stacking the cheese
Cold Rage Freestyle chill like I'm back on the east
Thinking imma beast whenever I go attack on the beat
Hooper making music shit funny they laughing at me
But guess where I'll be when you niggas start asking for feats
No where near you goofies cause you doing reactions for me
Or maybe have my last name on your back when I act in the league
Or in the nose bleeds watching games and clapping for me
Like damn we could've made it to the top but I'm stacking the cheese
44th floor chilling I'm in my own lane
Focused on myself can't revert to the old ways
Don't care bout diamonds rather rock all the gold chains
Nike puffer keeping me warm on the cold days
Hotest nigga out spitting gas like it's propane
Took a different road to many snakes in the roadway
Tell it to the mic, shit light I'm in cold rage
Every time a nigga hear my name they thinking it's sweet
They don't know the work I put in I been this elite
One phone call to the homie I'm up in the streets
But I ain't finna do that cause my littles depending on me
I can make six figures here or for making a three
Pull up give you thirty like it's nothing go back in my sleep
Started last year you ain't shit you just average to me
Do this shit for fun and I'm still running laps on the beat
I'm running laps in the stu, I'm running laps on these tracks
Running up my blues, Don't wanna go back to the back
Niggas got no clue, We finna drop all this pressure
Bums is old news, I am the new measure
I am the new treasure, I am the new aggressor
Shaq's to the vapor max nigga I'm way fresher
I am way better, Im in this shit forever
I can go bar for bar nigga with whoever
Cold Rage Freestyle chill like I'm back on the east
Thinking imma beast whenever I go attack on the beat
Hooper making music shit funny they laughing at me
But guess where I'll be when you niggas start asking for feats
No where near you goofies cause you doing reactions for me
Or maybe have my last name on your back when I act in the league
Or in the nose bleeds watching games and clapping for me
Like damn we could've made it to the top but I'm stacking the cheese
Cold Rage Freestyle chill like I'm back on the east
Thinking imma beast whenever I go attack on the beat
Hooper making music shit funny they laughing at me
But guess where I'll be when you niggas start asking for feats
No where near you goofies cause you doing reactions for me
Or maybe have my last name on your back when I act in the league
Or in the nose bleeds watching games and clapping for me
Like damn we could've made it to the top but I'm stacking the cheese
Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Ordonio
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