Puttin in work, to much work,
Too focused, one word
Hey cole world, real cold world
Smoke to much weed to burnt,
Play hard to get, females get jealous
Press, they look at me like i'm a menace
Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge
Oh i miss you to much
Too much money to care
Let me hear that beat, air
Bitch bickering to much,
I ain't gone judge
I spit so much at once you have to play back
Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track
And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday
Drainin' enough blood to fill eighty wading pools where kids could play
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