Pulp Fiction 3D

Cole Balantz, Family Business
No holograms
Still I rise
Outlawz, Real bands
Pulp Fiction
Nuclear weapons got me stressing
Got a bad bitch at the crib undressing
Muddy cup be so refreshing
And thats, Cole, balantzin on the beat (My cousin)
Pass the, pole, we finna do a sweEP (4-0)
Ten toes down, I'm 10 steps ahead (Aint dead)
But I be overthinking, and I cant get to sleep (No sleep)
So I gotta gotta go hard in this bitch
Young process, Joel Embiid with the swish
In the glitch dont fall for her matricks, I know she thick
Wick burn out quick like Marilyn Monroe (Marilyn, Marilyn)
Doja, indo, she on the dro (You lose control)
You lose control
I take a walk outside and its hard to dodge the lies (The lies)
Airplanes goin by, sometimes I get high (That's why)
Wishin on a shooting star
I Pray to God that I go far
I just hope that when I wake up tomorrow
That I take off like a super car
Red bottom Louboutins
Dont call no mo I'm moving on
Sippin on Saki or Sapporo, what's the motto?
Let it go if it come back to you its for you bruh
(It aint for you bruh)
Speedin in a motherfucking foreigner
Yuh
Lately it all seems like its Pulp Fiction 3D
In this cold world, weed and money Green
She a, show girl, trapped behind phone screens
Get that, gold, like its Pulp Fiction 3D
W-wasted when we stay up (Til the days done)
Two shots don't get no layup
Fuck a breakup just get that papeh
No TV Imma smile today
Lately I been wild, okay
I Justin need a Holiday
Been hangin wit some heathens we get très élevé parle Français
Late Registration, Allen Iverson generation
All these wastemans tryna talk like Jamaicans (Wa gwan)
No role models so I came up fallin for the models
No role models just cold broken bottles
Stark when you think about it, what a Marvel
How a big blue marble could be so hierarchal
But Makaveli my gospel, you've got to free your mind (FYM FYM))
From the system, so hostile
They want us walkin blind (3rd eye 3rd eye)
Gotta do it for the family I'm the voice I gotta get dat
Currency that cream (That cream)
(Don't let no bitch ass come between)
My circle small and I like that (I like that)
Walk in Louis V and Imma go an spend a light check
Had to cut off some I don't trust them
Cuz everybody love to watch and not support you
Back then we was just friends
Til you came back when you saw me with that bag
So maybe that was cap
That its meant to be
Cuz I wont reward you for counting out on me
Not for counting out on me bitch
Lately its crazy seems like its Pulp Fiction 3D
In this cold world, weed and money Green
She a, show girl, trapped behind phone screens
Get that, gold, like its Pulp Fiction 3D
Lately its crazy seems like its Pulp Fiction 3D
In this cold world, weed and money Green
She a, show girl, trapped behind phone screens
Get that, gold, like its Pulp Fiction 3D



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Phillips
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