Coltrane
It's not a moment of silence, just a moment of reflection
Rest easy my boy, you put in your hours
Gotta get your soul clean, before they blow them horns like Coltrane
Yeah you gotta get your soul clean, before they blow them horns
Them one on ones was crazy, It got brazy after dark
We at the park, you tried to break me, said
Nigga you too small, posted me up like a baby
Cause you was 6'4 and I was 5'6 maybe
And every time you scored, I'd be mad as fuck
But thank you for that love my nigga, that's the shit that made me
Now you finally get to see your mom, I can't forget that lady
Cause even on her dying day, was sweeter than Miss Sadie
From eating Sustacal and Cream corn
We fucked around, became kings, against the odds, should be our theme song
Cause we was both long shots, promised to play our hands dealt until the cards stopped
You executed the plan, told me if I ever hit press after the first hand
Stack your chips, double down on eleven
Trust your intuition nigga, never second guess it
God's blessings, I guess it's hope for us
Now all of our seeds better than both of us
You know it's hard for a hood nigga to open up
You was like Oprah, I told you stories nobody know but us
OG Kenny Lark from deep non-stop
Coach T caught the creeps and threw the flower pot
And it missed your head by inches
But we was laughing so hard cause we finally got his attention
The master finally lost to the apprentice
And ever since then I saw you mastermind your vision
Tyah check, Messiah check
I see you in Lil' Ty, every time he triple threat
And Ayton said he's straight to the league
I promise me and Black got whatever he need
And on another note I might chill with the gambling
Cause I ain't got nobody to call when I'm on my shenanigans
And J Balt if you call I ain't answering
Last two times I swear you had a nigga scrambling
So pardon if I don't call back
My nigga J Jordan was talking in the group chat
And hours later was gone
I promise to keep your name immortalized in a song
But either way life goes on
Damn
So I gotta get my soul clean
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane
Yeah I gotta get my soul clean
Before they blow them horns
Rest easy my boy, you put in your hours
Gotta get your soul clean, before they blow them horns like Coltrane
Yeah you gotta get your soul clean, before they blow them horns
Them one on ones was crazy, It got brazy after dark
We at the park, you tried to break me, said
Nigga you too small, posted me up like a baby
Cause you was 6'4 and I was 5'6 maybe
And every time you scored, I'd be mad as fuck
But thank you for that love my nigga, that's the shit that made me
Now you finally get to see your mom, I can't forget that lady
Cause even on her dying day, was sweeter than Miss Sadie
From eating Sustacal and Cream corn
We fucked around, became kings, against the odds, should be our theme song
Cause we was both long shots, promised to play our hands dealt until the cards stopped
You executed the plan, told me if I ever hit press after the first hand
Stack your chips, double down on eleven
Trust your intuition nigga, never second guess it
God's blessings, I guess it's hope for us
Now all of our seeds better than both of us
You know it's hard for a hood nigga to open up
You was like Oprah, I told you stories nobody know but us
OG Kenny Lark from deep non-stop
Coach T caught the creeps and threw the flower pot
And it missed your head by inches
But we was laughing so hard cause we finally got his attention
The master finally lost to the apprentice
And ever since then I saw you mastermind your vision
Tyah check, Messiah check
I see you in Lil' Ty, every time he triple threat
And Ayton said he's straight to the league
I promise me and Black got whatever he need
And on another note I might chill with the gambling
Cause I ain't got nobody to call when I'm on my shenanigans
And J Balt if you call I ain't answering
Last two times I swear you had a nigga scrambling
So pardon if I don't call back
My nigga J Jordan was talking in the group chat
And hours later was gone
I promise to keep your name immortalized in a song
But either way life goes on
Damn
So I gotta get my soul clean
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane
Yeah I gotta get my soul clean
Before they blow them horns
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Writer(s): Lavon Flood
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