coldsunday

It's an Ivy League Production, no switching up that's where I stand

My old roommates used to worry, used to wonder where I am
Keep my bedroom door locked, I'm tryna focus on the plans
Tryna focus on the dough, tryna make a hunnit bands
I just did a show in Newark, I think I made a hunnit fans

Call the Uber XL, hop in the car, we can't fit in
21 with a baby face, we show ID and can't get in
24 ain't been the same nigga since my frontal lobe kicked in
Money long like they extensions, pull them out like they clip-in

Giving up the sticks, but I refuse to lose the game
Taper fade with 360s, water bending, feel like Aang
Yeah I roll around with monsters on my watch, I feel like Ben 10
It's always back to work, I'm getting angry, feel like Benson

My network worth a billion, check the resume it's evident
I'm so locked in, I'm like 2 calls away from the President
I'm so locked in, it's like the judge just gave me life
Green inside my wallet, need a NIL with Sprite

Feel like Mike Jack, me versus me, the man in the mirror
2022 I was voted National Man of the Year
Momma so proud she rubbing her eyes and wiping her tears
Help my niggas out and still feel hate from some of my peers

These rappers cap 'bout status, I can see they faking them
What's the point in rocking designer? I could go to H&M
And I still got it on, yeah I'm weird but I don't miss fits
I'll probably cop a foreign, I need a tutor to teach me stick shift

Balling like I'm Spencer James
Do this shit for moms, Dillon, Coop, and all of Crenshaw
My homies smoking cigarettes and carts that's full of menthol
Phone on DND, if you need to reach me, do like 10 calls

Emails over text, I'm on a Dell, I feel like Rich Paul
State Farm insurance, the boy protected, feel like Chris Paul
Need a crib so big, a separate room just for the in-laws
Anger fueled my passion, I work harder when I'm pissed off



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Writer(s): Demetrius Johnson
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