World on Mute

Welcome to The Cold South

Runnin down you pussies, we gon see how low you stoop
Keep that k on us like my shooters play for Duke
How you chasing bitches if you still ain't got no loot?
Real ones pave the way, we just put the world on mute
Yeah, put out a hand, you ain't a man
At yo age, such a disgrace, get you some bandz
Keep that Ben & Jerry's, I don't need the latest scoop
18 hour days I just put the world on mute

Wait, woah, provocative flows
Pay-load, let's get it and go
Pocket watching pussies on patrol
Can't see what I got but I might clean out the store
Used to watch from in the stands
Heard they want a deal, labels sure know how to spam
Brodie took the charge cuz his mans was in a jam and it's
Like yo blueprint, that shit ain't go as planned woah
Mufucka you no bread winner settle down
Chris Tucker it's all jokes when you come around
Rush hour can't get pulled cuz we had many pounds
Graduated from that bullshit with no cap and gown
I-I done all this on my own so fuck ya finder's fee
Got some brothas that be way to into tragedy
It's goin broke that really blew up all my fantasies
I been down too but I can't fuck witcha

Runnin down you pussies, we gon see how low you stoop
Keep that k on us like my shooters play for Duke
How you chasing bitches if you still ain't got no loot?
Real ones pave the way, we just put the world on mute
Yeah, put out a hand, you ain't a man
At yo age, such a disgrace, get you some bandz
Keep that Ben & Jerry's, I don't need the latest scoop
18 hour days I just put the world on mute



Credits
Writer(s): Roi Wes
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