| Lyrics | Song Name | Album/Mixtape |
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| Now don't it sound legendary, Live enough to ressurect the dead and buried | |
| I'm sippin liquor for the pain Pourin liquor for the slain Nothin else can do the trick like hard liquor to the brain | |
| Look, it's no time to chill I'm trynna get Mills There's not time to chill I'm trynna build | |
| Hey, we got a good thing Don’t know if I’mma see you again But is that a good thing? Cause girl I can’t be your man, no ma’am | |
| I brush it off like, “**** it, it’s motivation,” Some niggas gotta walk through life, some niggas roller skating | |
| When she talk she so closed minded all she want to do is shop she so clothes minded | |
| I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now If they don't know your dreams, than they can't shoot em down | |
| Damn, broke is a bad joke but still I laugh though | |
| And while that sweat drip I am reminded All the times my brother told me that pussy is blindin' | |
| Yea - and that I will Nigga and that I will I keep a checklist of rappers that I'mma kill | |
| the nigga you been waitin 4. I mean the **** was all bad just a week ago. | |
| Ay, believe in God like the sun up in the sky, Science can tell us how how but they can't tell us wh | |
| Remember back when I was broke, you would fix me? Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me? | |
| Yea, it's Cole, won't lie, won't stop to the race is won | |
| Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer Only on occasion cause my mind be racin' | |
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| A fresh prince but yo my city ain't no Bel-Air **** if you would sell, I'm worried bout my welfare | |
| I'm Fayettenam bombing, Cause hatred is flattery, you bitch niggas is charming. | |
| Uh, but what about your seed nigga? | |
| At the time of this rhyme, five years ’til I know thirty Cole World in the summer brings snow flurries | |
| Gravitate to real ****, stay away from phonies. These niggas heard about me now they actin like they know me. Keep on sayin, where ya goin nigga. | |
| Would you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed Don't be ashamed, it aint no thing, I used to blow trees | |
| No one left for me to blame but myself cause I asked for this Headed for fame but in my brain, hey can I last in this? | |
| He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he run unless you call police on em | |
| They say anythings possible, You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles | |
| Half Black, half white I'm a piano I'm an animal my video on discovery channel | |
| See, in my mind, it's like I'm perfect for her, I gotta show her But sadly, in reality, dog, I don't even know her | |
| Slim nigga, lyrically on my limbs Bigga then a nigga hittin' the gym | |
| So she graduated rich nigga wife train And if you got money; man the head is amazing | |
| But never doubt it or allowed that **** to phase me yo Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I am | |
| We had dreams just to make it up the flag pole Just to find out that out heroes were some ass holes | |
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