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Cold Turkey (Intro)

 

Cold Turkey (Intro)

(álbum: Cold Turkey - 2013)


I can work with that
Smoking on that killer shit
Fruity pebble, purple pack
You know we on some killer shit
My homie just beat a murder rap
You don't know who you dealing with
Don't pay me, you getting murked for that
Two straps, like Urkel, shoot ya
Then say, damn, did I do that?
Difference between me & you, rich homie
Boy, the shit you talking bout, I do that

Too real for this rap shit..
Too real for this rap shit..

I figured it out
I'm a high risk & a flight risk
They fear you when you're living it out
Been a long time since an artist was really about
What they spit out they mouth
Yeah, niggas say they getting money
But it look like they sleep on the couch
Get you a house, getting new paper
Might just get me a route
Came a long way from making the newspaper
'Bout some shoot-outs

Everytime I go out
You know I bring that tool out
Need to quit bullshitting
Cold Turkey, nigga, cool out
Need to quit bullshitting
Cold Turkey, nigga, cool out
I said, you need to quit bullshitting
Cold Turkey, cool out

Keep doing that shit you doing
And see what that gets you
Keep doing that shit you doing
And see where that gets you
Keep doing that shit you doing
And see where that gets you
Too many pictures on too many shirts
Now I get the picture

Can't nobody tell you shit, you know it all
But when you go and get fucked off, who you gon' call?
I recall, calling my folks collect
Mama crying, you know the rest
Never heard her so upset
I made mistakes, so you wouldn't have to make 'em
This advice comes with experience
You ain't got to take it
Call your granny, check on her
See how her day went
When I lose mine, I'mma lose my mind
Where would I be without that lady?
Streets crazy, I drive these hoes lazy
Knowing good and well I ain't got time for five ol' ladies
I come from nothing, my nigga
I'm just trying to motivate ya
You can't take nothing for granted
I'm grinding, no vacation

Ain't tryna fuck up my focus
So I been sober lately
Everytime I pull out my garage
I been getting pulled over lately
Investigations and accusations from open cases
Detectives nosey & racist, they get my poker face
(Fuck 'em)
Smoking 'til I'm sedated to hide my frustation
Shawty studying to be a nurse
I wonder if I'll ever have patience
Can't get comfortable with this cake
No, I'm never complacent
I'm grateful that the lord give it
But I know he can take it

Keep doing that shit you doing
And see where it gets you
Keep doing that shit you doing
And see where it gets you
Keep doing that shit you doing
And see where it gets you
Too many pictures on too many shirts
Now I get the picture..

IF YOU OUT HERE BULLSHITTIN', QUIT IT

hecho

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