文本歌词

When this sh*t dropped I was like 16
Tryna get some head from a mixed thing - big dreams
Say goodbye to ripped jeans ni**a got a job
Had my little wad worst fear is getting robbed
For my last 50 dollars that I had left over
5 dollars in they pocket ni**a in his left shoulder
Minimum wage $5 15
13′s on the whip kept my sh*t clean
Actually that was my mama sh*t but I'm driving round town on my Obama sh*t
Middle-class my a** just to get a tank of gas
Had to run the guns up the street and pawn the sh*t
But yeah I'm headed for a scholarship
Little scrap game but I got a lot of lip
Thats why them niggas don't like me and always wanna fight me
A dumb ni**a hate a smart mouth most likely
I know the game I'm an expert
Ni**a how you gonna jump me if my legs work
Ni**a I'm gone showed up at the crib tryna bone
And I ain't f**k yet cause her momma always home
God damn Lord have mercy
Please God don't let this little broad have herpes
My ni**a say she fast like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Gold medals if we gave hoes medals
No rose petals on a bed in the ghettos
Spiderman sheets got her singing falsetto
Tall white tee's can't believe we used to wear those
White folks looking at us like we're weirdos
But we was only kiddos grabbing titties in the club pocket full of skittles
Tryna get the kitty was like tryna solve a riddle
Tryna get to Diddy cause I murder instrumentals
This that good old fashioned Mark Jackson
F**ked then I'll pass y'all Utah Jazz-in'
And ya'll borin' I don't play ni**a I'm Mark Madsen
Thats why my knots thick like a f**king Kardashian
I'm not asking my ni**a I don't need favors
I'm in the streets with the fiends I done seen danger
My team major we party like teenagers
I'm in the green Range ni**a I'm the Green Ranger
Team major we party like teenagers
I'm in the green Range ni**a I'm the Green Ranger Cole
I don't even like this beat but f**k it
I'mma only spit a few bars coz I don't like this beat
B**ch I'm not old news I'm more like gold shoes
She eat my whole d**k she like Whole Foods
They say I'm old school but I dropped out
Drop ya body off at a cops house
They throwing up them bricks you better box out
My niggas got enough white to build Barack house
I got my drawers on Sam Rothstein 44 on my waist Rick Ross jeans
I've been faded stone wash jeans
New p**sy new money New Orleans
50 up in that uzi G-G-G-Unit
I murk you with that b**ch scratch the serial number re-use it
I'm from the N-O stretch niggas out like limo's
Uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit that's pimples
I'm bout to go banana puddin'
You a dyke cause your man a p**sy
Hit you from the blindside no Sandra Bullock
Never bite the hand that feeds you
Always watch the hand that's cooking
Tunechi D4 Ho shout out Cole
You already know what it is Cole World
Wayne's World we in this b**ch ho
Special delivery at your front door