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cole beasley - 80 stings lyrics

say h-llo to mr. slept on
early mornings, i ain’t slept long
big-headed so i’m head strong
had to be just to be headed
to where i was goin like my head gone
said i’m crazy but i told them all
that it’s no biggie, but you dead wrong
i’m the wrong one to be swept off up under the rug
patience of a wondrous slug
that come from the mud
and get y’all up off me
flowing circles round them like drawstrings
overheads get moss reach
for the stars i was taught dreams
never stop, eat, wreak havoc
like half of mobb deep
you ain’t talking money then you’ve lost me
i’m saving all that for my offspring
can’t sn-tch a necklace up off me
cause i don’t have one
spent that on college funds for both my sons
but it’s four accounts
i’m accounting for
another two that’s yet to come
yes i have enough, they can have some
compet-tion yeah, i halfed ’em
when you don’t look the part, yeah, you have to
when you do, opportunities stack up
like the odds against me, i just have one
opportune moment but that’s all i need
cause i own it, seize it, like i-c-e
so cold like icees
and i’m just chilling like ivs
i don’t have to try, come and try me
this is effortless like when eyes blink
smooth like ice rinks
and i ain’t reached my peak
just a chance to be a rapper
and the future is what i’ll be
labels all gonna want to sign me
coldnation records first signed me
independent label owned by me
so i’m taken like i’m liam
neeson’s daughter but by me
i’m bossed out
but sunday, jerry’s boss now when i ball out
i’m a dog when dak get the ball out
pull the sauce out
pour the sauce on em that’s too much
good wife that’s too clutch
without a backbone you can’t do much
making moves like food trucks
getting to the bread til it’s chewed up
and my bank accounts look juiced up
who knew? huh. white dude rapping too tough
while i suit up
white and blue’d up
silver shoes stuck
getting loose touch-down
got all of the crowd reaching on down
cleaning their shoes up
man and back when
i remember them telling me to end
this vision in my medulla
and now they telling me
that athletes that’s rapping can’t do much
gotta go harder it’s too much
all cause the stigma
i reply with this first enigma
gotta listen back just to learn the picture
my first description take the earth to spin
before the verse can hit em
i’m the first with skin rap elites
but actually it only took one to revert the system
get em
look at how i curve the rhythm
just squirtin venom like a nervous
making moves like food trucks
getting to the bread til it’s chewed up
and my bank accounts look juiced up

- cole beasley lyrics

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