Cold Feet

(album: I Love Life, Thank You - 2011)

Ya, uh
I rap better 'cause I'm mad clever, hahaha
Ya, ya
Oh my God, haha
Hey

Yeah, they always want that fun shit
When you tryna spit a little something real
They start running, turning chicken like a nugget meal
How the fuck I feel? Kinda like a hundred mil'
Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothing still
Fuck a deal, I can do it with my own team
Won before Sheen, hear how all these hoes scream
When I was fourteen, sipping on my OE
Tryna marry money, but that bitch kept getting cold feet
Music loud, hear it banging through the whole street
Beat getting shit on, ha, toilet bowl seat
No sleep, just work
Got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt
So believe my hype, motherfuckers can't read nor write
Still they talking shit, man, I've seen your type
Got problems, can't sleep at night
'Cause your girl want to come around, freak all night
I'm a sex drill when I'm rolling off them X pills
Five bikes, ten wheels, girl, I'll leave your legs still
Say, "I don't do drugs, just weed," haha
Well, I'ma do drugs and speed down the street
Do doughnuts, your flow sucks, you so butt
Your girl's getting throat fucked, I get high, I go up
Why you saying that he's a trend?
Then come to all his shows just to meet your friends?
So much coke sniffed, fucking hoes with bloody noses
Just a couple doses, fuck the roses
Class time, better take good notes
You bitches couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke

Bitch, hahaha