[00:02.22] Count me in, Cole [00:05.23] Right here? [00:07.31] Nah, I'm here [00:08.97] Yeah, bounce, bounce [00:10.32] My boy, my boy [00:11.53] My boy, my boy, my boy [00:15.23] Yeah, right here [00:18.48] Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok [00:21.75] Concrete since day one [00:22.99] Ain't no time to make up [00:24.64] Ain't no time for that hoe [00:26.09] Like baby, word to a cup [00:27.37] Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters [00:29.98] Be sure to leave your armour and your women penetrated [00:32.78] I give her back, I hate her [00:34.40] Poof, get outta here [00:35.93] I say congratulations, your old lady renovated [00:38.47] You niggas lazy, my boy [00:39.86] Why you hatin', my guy? [00:41.46] You bought her Commes des Garcons [00:43.01] She come and play with your heart [00:44.34] I'm far from a popular artist [00:45.32] One of the hardest, no less [00:47.07] And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater [00:49.91] Call her whatever you want [00:51.25] I got my revenue up [00:52.58] In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly Brothers [00:55.23] Since day one, Folarin been the same one [00:58.09] I came up in them gogos most of them was afraid of [01:00.95] Now kill mo', say that [01:02.46] Now kill mo', say that [01:03.81] But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack [01:06.38] Don't be talking too much [01:08.07] These niggas copy too much [01:09.29] These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough [01:12.21] Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up [01:14.80] I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up [01:17.82] I'm faded [01:19.09] I'm playing [01:20.56] These niggas don't be no gangster, they be playing it [01:23.22] Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county [01:26.43] Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you won't the problem [01:29.45] I know every who and who and every who that I'm around [01:31.80] And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty [01:34.71] Hold up, yeah [01:35.94] I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, hold up, boy [01:38.00] I'm on the runway like I'm Duckie, hold up [01:42.74] So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up? [01:45.72] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, [01:48.07] my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [01:51.91] Who gon' bring my crown to me? [01:53.23] And who won' try to fuck with me? [01:54.62] Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me [01:57.23] I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury [01:59.71] Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me [02:02.44] Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million [02:05.38] Slide on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant [02:08.00] All other rappers, put your pride to the side [02:11.18] Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob [02:14.78] You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my side [02:16.66] I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the knob [02:19.45] When the boy from the corner come rob you [02:22.49] And tie you up to something [02:24.04] Now, stop with all that frontin' [02:25.41] That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it [02:27.99] But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it [02:30.65] That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it [02:33.52] The game too crowded, I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it [02:37.62] No if's, and's or but's about it [02:39.54] 30 mill' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed [02:42.99] I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded [02:45.54] Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it type [02:49.28] I shoot through you crazy with hollow tips [02:51.44] No holler backs, just how to raps [02:53.14] I got a black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked [02:55.79] Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your starter cap [02:59.19] Run, nigga, run like a fucking black quarterback (uh) [03:02.15] Stereotypical, but to hear me is spiritual [03:04.74] I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral [03:07.31] Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals [03:10.03] IV's, IV's, it's the reason why nobody try me, try me [03:14.26] Have a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?" [03:17.15] Cole did me grimy [03:18.45] He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese [03:21.30] Back to back, I clap like that's a wrap [03:23.86] But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your troops in [03:27.80] Pine boxes [03:28.79] I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers [03:31.86] This nigga silly [03:32.88] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, [03:36.87] my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [03:41.52] Who gon' bring the crown? [03:45.02] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [03:45.27] And who won' try to fuck with me? [03:46.36] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [03:46.74] Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me [03:48.96] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [03:49.11] I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury [03:52.06] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [03:52.28] Bitches going down, it ain't catching up to me [03:55.66] My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy [03:55.75] Who gon' bring my crown to me? [03:57.13] And who won' try to fuck with me? [03:58.44] Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me [04:01.10] I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury [04:03.98] Bitches going down, it ain't catching up to me [04:06.64] Who gon' bring my crown to me? [04:08.19] And who won' try to fuck with me? [04:09.33] Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me [04:12.28] I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury [04:14.41] Bitches going down, it ain't catching up to me [04:17.36] Who gon' bring my crown to me? [04:18.85] And who won' try to fuck with me? [04:20.26] Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me [04:22.92] I don't play around, ain't got that type of luxury [04:25.65] Bitches going down, it ain't catching up to me [04:28.43]