Cuzz (feat. Yung Chille)
Cuzz
I don't member telling you
That I am rapping for the love
Couldn't gave a crap
About my school
Since that first time that I puffed
Always got a different drug
That quickly flowing through my blood
Sent a shot
Through the dark
All I heard was just a thud
Man of my word
I became a stud
Had to prove myself
At a cost of what
Throw away
Everything I earned
Just to get a mix
Where there ain't even a drop of mud
Every bomb you drop on me a dud
Got a whole armory on gut
Spending my time
In a boxed out room
Thinking of a line
With the windows shut
Ain't no buts
When it comes to that
Just doublin' doublin' down
On rap
With a pack of a wrap
And a year old mac
Sitting back with a track
Till that shit slaps
After that
Take a big ol' nap
By the time I'm up
Hope the lingo catch
If it don't
Then it don't
Done lost what I had
What I got to lose
But this Brooklyn hat
Seen shit
That I can't talk about
See things
That I can't walk around
Lost my mind
But the sauce I found
Wound up asleep
On a campus ground
Uh
Wake the hell up
Gotta fix whatever booze
Did to me last night that food
End up on her jimmy choos
And it and it
And it ain't really news
This expected of the dude
Casa migos with the mood
I couldn't give a fuck
Bout anything but
What's bringing in the guala
Want majority cut
If it ain't on paper
That means that your shit sucks
Shit drugs coming from a shit plug
Phetamine making the better me
Letters on letters
I chief on the melody
Uh
Energy end up in Beverly
Fucking with me
Ending like up kennedy
Uh
Boutta go hit the remedy up
Devil ain't ever letting me up
Been done that and I been done this
Boy my shot don't miss
You ain't setting me up
Two tabs
Got me inspired
Room melting
I'm feeling higher
Primo
I'm the biggest buyer
With my supplier
I can acquire
Gold stiches in my attire
Still cold sitting by the fire
Got ice on my lighter Imma
Kind of messiah for writing rhyme a
Time ago I was a spook
And now somehow
Every bar a fluke
I don't drop bombs
I'm dropping nukes
No You can't run
You can't hit a juke
I don't member telling you
That I am rapping for the love
Couldn't gave a crap
About my school
Since that first time that I puffed
Always got a different drug
That quickly flowing through my blood
Sent a shot
Through the dark
All I heard was just a thud
Man of my word
I became a stud
Had to prove myself
At a cost of what
Throw away
Everything I earned
Just to get a mix
Where there ain't even a drop of mud
Every bomb you drop on me a dud
Got a whole armory on gut
Spending my time
In a boxed out room
Thinking of a line
With the windows shut
Ain't no buts
When it comes to that
Just doublin' doublin' down
On rap
With a pack of a wrap
And a year old mac
Sitting back with a track
Till that shit slaps
After that
Take a big ol' nap
By the time I'm up
Hope the lingo catch
If it don't
Then it don't
Done lost what I had
What I got to lose
But this Brooklyn hat
Seen shit
That I can't talk about
See things
That I can't walk around
Lost my mind
But the sauce I found
Wound up asleep
On a campus ground
Uh
Wake the hell up
Gotta fix whatever booze
Did to me last night that food
End up on her jimmy choos
And it and it
And it ain't really news
This expected of the dude
Casa migos with the mood
I couldn't give a fuck
Bout anything but
What's bringing in the guala
Want majority cut
If it ain't on paper
That means that your shit sucks
Shit drugs coming from a shit plug
Phetamine making the better me
Letters on letters
I chief on the melody
Uh
Energy end up in Beverly
Fucking with me
Ending like up kennedy
Uh
Boutta go hit the remedy up
Devil ain't ever letting me up
Been done that and I been done this
Boy my shot don't miss
You ain't setting me up
Two tabs
Got me inspired
Room melting
I'm feeling higher
Primo
I'm the biggest buyer
With my supplier
I can acquire
Gold stiches in my attire
Still cold sitting by the fire
Got ice on my lighter Imma
Kind of messiah for writing rhyme a
Time ago I was a spook
And now somehow
Every bar a fluke
I don't drop bombs
I'm dropping nukes
No You can't run
You can't hit a juke
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Kudrow
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