Cold

[Intro: Freaky Flair Speaks] [Verse 1] I don't see nobody (body) ...I think I'm Ray Charles So Fab in these Ray Bans Taking shots like one of Ray arms You are looking at the future Get a load of these Ray Guns My neck only built for Cuban links These hoes gon' think I'm Raekwon ...we what's happening ask Rerun Got her walking 'round commando Like she Rae Dawn Itching for the paper But I don't grease nay palm If you fishing for a dollar Then you shoulda' switched to State Farm Ok stay calm Just follow I'mma lead the way Never had a knockoff on my bus Word to Stevie J Fools don't grasp the subject I'mma make a grip either way You Jostling Bu I ain't got no worries bitch Awimbawe Life's a jungle hope these poor apes evolve Don't go fever for that fame Take a day and some halls I flip a bird to who hate on the cause Sure these brothas got crack But who is Gator to talk? Fuck you thought bitch I'm cold [Hook] Cold, Cold They say that I'm Cold Got damn dog, chill Niggas know Yeah I'm Cold, Cold They say that I'm They say that I'm Cold, Cold They say that I'm They say that I'm Almost at the top Did it on the low Oh now you wanna chill Bitch I know Yeah I'm Cold, Cold They say that I'm They say that I'm Cold, Cold They say that I'm They say that I'm Cold [Verse 2] I think I'm a visionary I do what these visions tell me On the road to richest I won't let your two cents deter me Life took it's toll to break me I grew determined Cutting singles til I'm seeing double Like my vision blurry, take it in vain I done shot up mufucka They was saying things Til I shot up mufuckas On my grind til my car Looking shot up muthafucka That's a Ghost come in close Get a shot of mufuckas ...on a run Like I shot a mufucka (pow) DRREAM be the team That they shout out mufucka If you said a nigga name Hope those were shout outs mufucka Take the what and leave the what? You a shotta mufucka ...you would think a gang with me How they bang with me Those who still arranged with me Down to get a arraigned with me Bitches think I sell dope How these chains fit me Know I got down pat But why she still tryna frisk me, Cold [Hook] [Verse 3] Do it for them presidents okay Michelle That thang on sale I'll pay the bill Only if your ass thick as K. Michelle's ...on tracks I'mma train derail Trained to wheel no training wheels All he do is run his mouth Surprised he ain't tore no ACLs ....silver surfer in that gray CL Things looking fantastic that been grim And niggas can't see how They gon' wanna stop my drive Prolly ask can they see Ls Buzz kills Usually only talk blunt When they see Ls I can't be boss'd around You ain't the only boss around I would adopt your steps son... But I don't need a foster child Got a little surge guess you herbs Is Ibaka now Can't block me out My buzz high enough to send me Harvard bound Points pending.... Sincerely yours winning On a roll long enough To make you feel short winded Don't let that booth soup ya man If they're Clark Kenting Cuz it's childish to give a fuck And we're not kidding, bitch I'm COLD [Hook]