Or a sunday fry x4
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
Uptown, moco, prince george, represent
I get dressed in my sunday best
It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won
Even my haters kinda glad i'm on
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
I didn't even go hard on my delivery
Even when i had nothing left to give i still plodded on,
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him
Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even
See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon
Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on
So stoned dont even know what the fuck is going on,
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
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