Count me in, Cole Right here? Nah, not yet Yeah, bounce, bounce My boy, my boy My boy, my boy, my boy Yeah, right here? Ay, look, uh, y0, ok Concrete since day one, ain't no time to make up Aint no top on that hoop, like baby, word to a cup Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters Be sure to leave your armor and your woman penetrated I give her back, I hate her, poof, get out her hair I say congratulations, your old lady renovated You niggas lazy, my boy, why you hatin', my guy? You bought her Commes des Garcons, she come and play with your heart I'm far from a popular artist, one of the hardest, no less And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater Call her whatever you want, I got my revenue up In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly brothers Since day one, Folarin been the same one I came up in them go-gos most of them was afraid of Now kill mo, say that, now kill mo', say that But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack Don't be talking too much, these niggas copy too much These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up I raise my hands and raise your family's casualties up I'm faded, I'm playing These niggas don't be no gangster, they be paying it, yeah Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you wont see the problem I know every who and who and every who that Im around And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty Hold up, yeah, I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, hold up, boy Im on the runway like I'm Jackie, hold up Prolific, really be living my lyrics So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up? My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy My boy, my boy, my boy My boy my boy my boy Who gon bring my crown to me? (yeah) And who won' try to fuck with me? (ay) Faded off the brown (brown), she can't get enough of me (ay) I don't play around ('round), ain't got that type of luxury (yeah) Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me Yeah, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million Slide on the beat like, "My God, I'm so brilliant" All other rappers, put your pride to the side Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my side I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the knob on the door When the boy from the corner come rob you And tie you up to something, now, stop with all that frontin' That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it That's why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it The game too crowded I'm 'bout to get all the way the fuck up out it No if's, and's or but's about it Thirty mil' on a deal depending on how the tour was routed I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded Which means, you used to fugazi shit Fake it 'til you make it-type, I shoot through you crazy with Hollow tips, no holler backs, just hotter raps I gotta black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch, I'm aiming at your starter cap Run, nigga, run like a fucking black quarterback (uh) Stereotypical, but to hear me is pivotal I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals IV's, IV's It's the reason why nobody try me, try me Have a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me? Cole did me grimy He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese" Back to back, I clap like that's a wrap, but No video shoots, just hoodies and boots Putting your troops in pine boxes I blew a million on white tees and Calvin Klein boxers This nigga silly My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy My boy, my boy, my boy, say word! Who gon' bring the crown? (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy) And who won' try to fuck with me? (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy) Faded off the brown, she can't get enough of me (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy) I don't play around, don't got that type of luxury (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy) Bitches going down, a body catching up to me (My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy) Who gon bring my crown to me? (yeah) And who won' try to fuck with me? (ay) Faded off the brown (brown), she can't get enough of me (ay) I don't play around ('round), ain't got that type of luxury (yeah) Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me Who gon bring my crown to me? (yeah) And who won' try to fuck with me? (ay) Faded off the brown (brown), she can't get enough of me (ay) I don't play around ('round), ain't got that type of luxury (yeah) Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me Who gon' bring my crown? And who won' try to fuck with me? Faded off the brown, and she can't get enough of me I don't play around, don't got that type of luxury Bitches going down, it ain't no catching up to me