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It took me all day to find some inspiration It just hit me like a ton of bricks no renovation Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation And they say that's flattering but I ain't flattered at all Matter fact y'all need to practice that more See my man Nate, ask me if I gain weight, I said nah My pockets got fatter, that's all Money was an issue but now that that's solved, I ball, I ball Like Kobe in the fall Put trophies on my wall, rather trophies on my man And dog, my shows be off the handle Take the proceeds, go to gamble, ha Bet it all black, and pray I quadruple my salary If I win maybe then I can pay Sallie Mae Told her I be dealing with some real life shit She be asking when, bitch, when I feel like it Cole World, Cole life, Cole blooded I be on my shit and look at all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club staring at me How that feel? Very happy Cole World, Boy, check the degree's These lil niggas is trash go and get the Febreeze That's why I blew up on you sucka's all that's left is debris One soldier's all that's left is fatigues SongtexteAct like you know me boy, I'm Kobe How the fuck you gon step in my league Rapping bout bullshit, your message fatigue Played out, phoney nigga probably only got arrested for weed And out here talking that dime shit Dom Perignon shit Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn shit Grown cause I own shit This is what you won't get Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms I'm a wizard, I'm a don and I put this on my mom I'm offended, I'm appalled If y'all ain't bowing Claim you a monster but y'all ain't growling Claim you a beast, why y'all ain't howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the gay Ray Allen I'm 'bout fucking hoes like Ray J wylin' Killin' niggas like K K K violence I guess it's why they pay homage Momma I'm a be BIG and I put that on the late great Wallace Christopher, check my temperature, nigga my integers... Whatever man... Alone in my zone, tell me don't it sound stunning Been fucked the world but she just now cummin' If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin' I ain't never been the one for fourth down puntin' Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I'm crown huntin' Red dots cause a nigga dread locks So I lock pick just to lock shit back I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac Yet, I'm a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here Ballin' like a Laker you should pray for next year Cause I'm repeating and I'm 3-peatin' And I'm knee deep in the game it's quick sand and I keep leakin' The label heat seekin', nigga ain't sign me, what the fuck was he thinkin' They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season I'm heavy I'm Heavy Man, I'm already hot, you can say I'm pre-heated If money talks, mine telling your's "be seated" Cut my leg off I wouldn't be defeated Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it Email the shit make sure you CC it For these fuck niggas who don't wanna believe it I be in the airport damn near bare foot Security hollin' out, Cole we need it Getting high as fuck and I don't even be weeded No point drinkin' I can't even be faded Real recognise real like they related You ain't no fucking G boy, your style G-Rated Hatred is flattery I'm glad to be hated Fuckin' bad bitches that would rather be dated Carolina niggas just happy he made it My money was running late now, now it's happy belated I'm heavy, nigga I'm heavy Aus Songtexte Mania