hey rell this beat is hot hot you know i keep a chrome under seats and in the home without speaking you ll give me your chain i m da vinci don t make me draw ya pain they call me sco short for rosco p coldchain hey rell this beat is hot it go hot waist desert taste four pounds of metal triangle face hesi tate never i ll put hole in whoever don t make push russian roulette ya gamble wit ya life change came from cocaine i ve measured white was the treasure comfort was the steel i pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheel flow more sicker so much shake in the street they measure my weight in richter make no mistake i rhyme for the public but still i push weight that make the ghettos quake by all means i ve seen i ve lived by 22 years old 50 thousand dollar vehicles i rimmed my dreams start over the stove i ran over the globe and back again you know i keep a chrome under seats and in the home without speaking you ll give me your chain i m da vinci don t make me draw ya pain they call me sco short for rosco p coldchain  y all niggas really ain t got a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of i m filthy but you better believe i got over a stack in my pocket though iceberg on the seams of my jeans no i m a dickies and timbs man i m not no benz man delta 88 on rims man with mirror tint and four of my most militant men who s trying to stay sucka free that s why they hang around me cause i ain t print left em for diamonds and pearls i m not no bitch i choose a mack before that attached 100 shot clip i scare the shit outta bank tellers so i can become rich that s how i make my living i give em encouragement you re doing great keep chillin while i m flashing the glock in their face i show em i can be appreciative i tell em thanks for giving i m sinning but allah knows that i have three children now i m somewhere in utah relaxing to jazz with a broad quarter mill in a stash avoiding the law from far you know i keep a chrome under seats and in the home without speaking you ll give me your chain i m da vinci don t make me draw ya pain they call me sco short for rosco p coldchain i m starting wit the man in the mirror mask need to make that change that real doe that point something paper like a 4 6 on a range new shit look bonic really been through shit pay close attention when boo spit uh lack of that ll get you hit and don t care who you ll come back through with been around nigga front like he want his car spin around window drop block pop spin around niggas stand up looking for em sit em down and ya see em laid out that s why when i was young i stayed out and plus being pussy ya niggas is played out i made means to get that cream we all playas all they say is how you get that team you know i keep a chrome under seats and in the home without speaking you ll give me your chain i m da vinci don t make me draw ya pain they call me sco short for rosco p coldchain
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