Cold Gangsta

I'm on some cold gangsta shit, I might get blocked out the industry

Ain't wifing no hoes, no couple goals, I still don't feel my enemies

Ain't squashin' no beef, I'm fryin' it

If it 'bout the money, I'm tryin' it

The price went high, it's 30 a brick, water been tight, flyin' in

Let's say goodbye to the ghetto and welcome to wealth, 90210

What happenin' Gates, Mulholland Estates, I might turn this bitch to the trap though

Aye there go the neighborhood, neighbors been bitching 'cause they heard the Lambo in the driveway

At one in the morning, disturbing the peace, it sound like a plane when I drive away

Might pull the Rolls on the lawn

Fuck it, ain't got no alarm

New Richard Mille on my arm

I'm a king, you a pawn

I'm a legend, 2 Pac

Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon

New M's to the city

In Detroit more than Big Sean

I'm on some cold gangsta shit, I got a lil' bitch on the Westside

Couple of hitters from South Memphis and another lil' hitter from the Eastside

I can adapt to the pain, I understand the poverty

Why would I let a record label fuck over us when I did the robberies?

They told me watch what I say in these raps

'Fore they fuck around, sentence me

And you better watch what you say out your mouth, whenever you mention me

You not relatable, I'm a street **** and that not debatable

Tryna buy loyalty, that not available

I got a hunnid 'round dick on this AR, now hold this stable

All my bitches are bad, tens, bitch on me, so what?

Ho gave he head in the Benz, yeah

Bitch wanna fuck in this truck, ooh

Yeah, and I fuck her friends, shit, as long as she down, I'm up

Bitch, don't ask my name, I'm doggy

Get the head twice, don't call me

Heard she had fire, I'm stalky

Beat her ass down in the office

Make her hit the highway in the Benz

Lean, weed, drink, bitch one-off, get painted

Ex was a ho, we ain't

Turn blood, ****, yeah, bitch, he can't

Gotta pay me to park, no shit, I'm famous

**** like smoke, not me, I'm rainin'

Put in the air, make her keep goin', then put in her hair

Link one twenty, lil' ho, these carats

Bro's over hoes, aye bitch, we sharin'

.380 for the war, what they want for the 'Claren

I just want the truck, I'm sayin'

Heard you wanna fuck, take a chances

If I hit her friend, I'm playin'

Two hunnid in chains, I'm dancin'

Bitch, fuck a **** ho, she friendly, ho

All five cars not rented

None of these bitches came tinted

Ask around who run the city

I was just runnin' the streets

Me and my brother, we both had a onion a piece

Starin', I'm clutchin' my yeak

Look two more seconds, get deadly when fuckin' with me

Turned all my brothers to beasts

Whether they want it or not, I'ma cut 'em a piece

I keep my gun when I'm asleep

Double the number, a hunnid ain't nothin', two hunnid, you done in a week

Who wanna run into me? They really runnin' from beef

Scared to go get somethin' to eat, can't even order in peace

Once it was war with no peace, remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week

Who brought more order than me?

Gave you a purpose and might stick around, help you work it

I never said I was perfect but flawless

As soon as you changed up and fall like the leaves at the end of the August

I hit it twice and he bought it, opened her mouth but she caught it

Walkin' this shit like I talk it, smokin', these **** be coughin', face 'em, put 'em in coffins

First murder with a revolver, then I did it on my lonely

Big Gee, the one and only