Sofa King Cole

Chorus: Uh, I stay reaching my goals Many got called but i'm the one that got chose Now I’m sitting on dough Excuse me, I’m just so fucking cold! I said I’m so fucking cold! I said I’m so fucking cold! A nigga sitting on dough Excuse me, I’m just Sofa King Cole! Verse 1: Its Mister Fresh up in this bitch Label one of the dopest I ain’t come in a ford But I’m definitely in my focus A lot of women battle to see who can get the closest And maybe I crossed the line, so I guess the flags on encroachment However I stay chilling, right where I’m supposed to be Shout out to the most highest, clear that he has chosen me Ain’t nobody coasting me, ain’t no niggers over me And they say money changes, so I hope these people notice me! Hopefully they will learn to chill with all that whack shit I see ‘em hangin’ with them squares like Patrick Got that fire, blow up in the booth I light a match stick Put me on that ice and I be going for that hat trick That shit, wild nigga riding like a cave man So they quick to give me props, like a stage hand I’m not a butler but I’m certainly a made man Since I started winning, they all wanna know my game plan! Damn! Chorus Verse 2: If you like my raps, go head and clap Said if you like my rap, go ahead and clap I know you like these raps go ahead and clap! Said if you like these raps, go ahead and clap! Uh, now is like so many wanna see you Rock lose They station'll dis a nigga, like fox news But I choose to focus on the love that I receive Get the money, I’mma get you some things that I’mma need They supercede they boundaries.. And I feel like I’m the coldest, I got that set in my mind Since I done been on my grid, niggers got left behind Now they see that I’m ahead, and expect me to rewind Fuck that, they.. that ain’t among us Them niggers are really out, but they hate just like Uncle Ruckus And Clyton Bigsby, they minds, empty souls empty pockets And when you got no bread is like you’re breed to end it Only nigger like me thats just living life I guess they’re mad, cause I’m busy out here taking flight High as a kite, becoming one with the clouds Givin' all that I got, and goin' pass whats allowed And now! Chorus Verse 3: I done a lot, but I ain’t done enough Where they wanna be, I am one above High as fuck but I’m still moving up I dug deep, but I found my diamond in the rough And when they tryin' to cuff, that is what I been had People show me love, but a lot of rappers been mad Since I’ve been.. they always question if they’ve been there Own that other crib, they just a house guest, Sinbad I tried to tell ‘em but they ain’t wanna believe us I ain't eatin' bitch, I got three tongues on my Adidas And I hang with the…. so they label us… leaders Every time we’re taking.. we’re rocking leaders Every time that they see us, they claim that it was meant to be Real money, real dollars, not what I pretend to be! I don’t claim bitches, I only claim victory Uh, and I’m about to make history!