Cold Blooded

Eyes crossed backwards The concrete shatters Took a walk in hell just to flame these rappers He king Cap'a The lion king laughter Hyenas in the pit don't let me feed you bastards I play for keeps so keep on counting more Exotic kush my resume evolved from selling raw We in the field and all the corner stores 21 Savage, Deion Sanders how we settle scores The pressure on I guess you never meant it I had this flow since Derrick Rose Played in Memphis, damn damn They stealing game but I keep a template Since floppy disks, I been the shit Forgot to mention This is Mona Lisa mixed with Kesha David Blane with the work moved the key no Alesha I kick my feet up I'm old school like shell toed Adidas They looking for the one then I'm the fetus Things ain't what they seem Lord know We counting hundreds yeah The gang won't leave me Can't get too greedy Take from the rich then give to the needy It's all about the Benjamin's baby, baby Mayonnaise whips for the times that they slaved me Working double time had to pitch where they paid me Mama paid the bills but the wage wasn't crazy Never had a father so the streets really raised me My daughter almost 10 got no times for these ladies, see Cash rules everything around me, cream For the butter niggas put da toast right up on your spleen Never played the middle niggas always in between I'm the type to take a pawn and turn it to a queen Double all my profit Heard all the gossip Pillow talking niggas always hiding in the closet But this is my house And I'm Rick James nigga fuck your couch Things ain't what they seem Lord knows We counting hundreds Yeah