Cool, Calm and Reckless
Yea yea
Yea yea
Got no stylist on my fit
Caution tape I got the drip
Tuck it neat it's on the hip
Yea
What you making I say hits
Baby please don't give lip
What you get is what you get
Yea
Lately I ain't been in the mix
On my grizzly like a griz
Flip these words stick to the script
Yea
It hits different when you really from them trenches
You done seen it all
And you really took them risks
Yea
And I put it on my pops
That I'll pop a little nigga
If he playing with my shit
Yea
She say, she say I deserve a Oscar
Love the way I chef it
Yea I made that pussy pasta
Different kinda lingo
Kick it to her like a Rasta
No trust in a hoe
So she can't forward to mi Casa
I want all the smoke the way I'm hot
I move like lava
I want all the dough
I feel like Wayne did in Shottas
What we really talking bout
If we ain't talking bout no commas
Graduating them streets
Feeling like a life code with honours
Guarantee they gon drop the gavel
If I stand in front of Your Honour
I come from a little place
If you ain't getting none you ain't got none
(Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea)
Got no stylist on my fit
Caution tape I got the drip
Tuck it neat it's on the hip
Yea
What you making I say hits
Baby please don't give lip
What you get is what you get
Yea
Lately I ain't been in the mix
On my grizzly like a griz
Flip these words stick to the script
Yea
It hits different when you really from them trenches
You done seen it all
And you really took them risks
Yea
And I put it on my pops
That I'll pop a little nigga
If he playing with my shit
Yea
Yea yea
Got no stylist on my fit
Caution tape I got the drip
Tuck it neat it's on the hip
Yea
What you making I say hits
Baby please don't give lip
What you get is what you get
Yea
Lately I ain't been in the mix
On my grizzly like a griz
Flip these words stick to the script
Yea
It hits different when you really from them trenches
You done seen it all
And you really took them risks
Yea
And I put it on my pops
That I'll pop a little nigga
If he playing with my shit
Yea
She say, she say I deserve a Oscar
Love the way I chef it
Yea I made that pussy pasta
Different kinda lingo
Kick it to her like a Rasta
No trust in a hoe
So she can't forward to mi Casa
I want all the smoke the way I'm hot
I move like lava
I want all the dough
I feel like Wayne did in Shottas
What we really talking bout
If we ain't talking bout no commas
Graduating them streets
Feeling like a life code with honours
Guarantee they gon drop the gavel
If I stand in front of Your Honour
I come from a little place
If you ain't getting none you ain't got none
(Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea)
Got no stylist on my fit
Caution tape I got the drip
Tuck it neat it's on the hip
Yea
What you making I say hits
Baby please don't give lip
What you get is what you get
Yea
Lately I ain't been in the mix
On my grizzly like a griz
Flip these words stick to the script
Yea
It hits different when you really from them trenches
You done seen it all
And you really took them risks
Yea
And I put it on my pops
That I'll pop a little nigga
If he playing with my shit
Yea
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