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cole ross - od (feat. pres.) lyrics

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[verse 1: cole ross]
this is just my stream of conscience
i would shout for reparations way before barack in congress

in the house like legislations, bring that ruckus to your caucus
like the rucker, balling, like i’m zuckerberg, man you lost us

this is just my stream of conscience, the train of thought is acela
excelling like microsoft, i’m michael scott in this office

that’s word of god, i’m a prophet, bo profits, i ain’t a seller
i’m streaming, thoughts and it’s lossless, to h-ll with demons, i’m off it, yeah yeah

i just need someone to hold me close
i’m kingpen, but that throne, n0body overthrows

i’m on another level no one knows
my head anointed with oil, i’m royal, my cup, it overflows

that’s word to father, son, and holy ghost
this life’s a trip and i’m just praying i don’t overdose

i be over most, shouts to hova tho
if you hanging with the boy, you gotta know the ropes

nah this really ain’t a game, i control the thrones
life’s a box chocolates, forrest gump with toblerones (ay)

i can hold my own, real to the chromosomes
appeal like an apple way before i had a mobile phone

and i’m eeling from the battle like a soldier home
but i ain’t have to hold the chrome, i’m dealing with these overtones

uh, from fox news, they got my skin distorted
they dig at all us, lit they torches, and they picket charlottes-

ville, back in august, k!lled a woman, called us n-gga, fought us, but
this gifted artist gonna find a way to live regardless

see i write like satellite flights through different orbits
cuz jigga taught us how to run game like clinton portis

no fickle forces, ain’t getting caught in a pickle for this
no rick and morty, we forcing rappers to rigamortus

like i’m kendrick, lemar, i’m a menace, tomorrow
former apprentice, the bar, i transcend it, i’m far

from your regular degular, normal vernacular, brother
i’m sorta spectacular, ready for show business, cuz how i start is how cole finish

what you know about code switching, i’m a young boy with some old wisdom
far from home like the young lion, gotta act the part like nicole kidman, yeah

so why cole winning, i never sold my soul
cuz i ain’t tryna live in vain just to overdose

[verse 2: pres.]
woo yeah, uh, uh

let’s be specific, run things like gump
from atlantic to pacific can’t overstate the provisions

they wishing that they could compensate, for the differences
but can’t equate like black to white in this broken state

i’m over oceans, making confidential motions
to get tax bracketed up, like mid-major march madness

players against favorites, i’m just saying
i’m in this like ‘shaun watson playing nick saban

and i’m on beat breaks, till i make bank, and i break banks with these sound waves
flood it out, they don’t what to think when you black and proud

say it too loud they might gun you down
but these words still spoken by the dopest of poets

sonic opiates to open the mind’s eyes
so though they might try, we still hip to hidden motives

and the words i’ve yet to write it like some hidden oceans
every drop matters, word to yoko, cole got the beat

jumping like pogo
smoking like what i’m hiding from the popo, for sho though

going loco til i’m globally noticed and those approaching
looking at me overhead like a second son glowing

me and cole back at it, two for two with the bat
they overdose off that audio, cook the track like crack

distribution on overload, above basic like overtones
put my all in this instrumental, if you bought it, i sold my soul

and it’s sohhl, i won’t forget where i’m from
your eardrum, just a target at the end of a gun, blaow

[verse 3: cole ross]
uh, going od, but never give up
i’m an og, never did bluff, i be toby, cuz the whip tough

christmas tree, it’s lit yup, in the cut, no nip tuck
i ain’t trip, i slipped up, but i’m aunt viv with the switch up, see

i just wanna be, all up in them banks, no hillary
sw-nky like it’s ashley, uncle phil, and me

will it be, satisfactory, when they’re feeling me
never thought that i would see some play from these soliloquies

and these haters never thought they’d see the trilogy
i’m shooting for the stars, like i’m nasa with artillery

i’m nasty with ability, the realest on mic
for making musics that the college students and the purist movement gon feel this alike, you feel what write, right, yeah

from the trayvon to infinity
cooked up memoirs and kingpen for the trinity

hah, that’s word to father, son, and holy ghost
this life’s a trip and i’m just praying i don’t overdose, cole

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