[Intro: Freaky Flair Speaks]
[Verse 1]
I don't see nobody (body)
...I think I'm Ray Charles
So Fab in these Ray Bans
Taking shots like one of Ray arms
You are looking at the future
Get a load of these Ray Guns
My neck only built for Cuban links
These hoes gon' think I'm Raekwon
...we what's happening ask Rerun
Got her walking 'round commando
Like she Rae Dawn
Itching for the paper
But I don't grease nay palm
If you fishing for a dollar
Then you shoulda' switched to State Farm
Ok stay calm
Just follow I'mma lead the way
Never had a knockoff on my bus
Word to Stevie J
Fools don't grasp the subject
I'mma make a grip either way
You Jostling
Bu I ain't got no worries b**h
Awimbawe
Life's a jungle hope these poor apes evolve
Don't go fever for that fame
Take a day and some halls
I flip a bird to who hate on the cause
Sure these brothas got crack
But who is Gator to talk?
f** you thought b**h I'm cold
[Hook]
Cold, Cold
They say that I'm Cold
Got damn dog, chill
n***as know
Yeah I'm
Cold, Cold
They say that I'm
They say that I'm
Cold, Cold
They say that I'm
They say that I'm
Almost at the top
Did it on the low
Oh now you wanna chill
b**h I know
Yeah I'm
Cold, Cold
They say that I'm
They say that I'm
Cold, Cold
They say that I'm
They say that I'm
Cold
[Verse 2]
I think I'm a visionary
I do what these visions tell me
On the road to richest
I won't let your two cents deter me
Life took it's toll to break me
I grew determined
Cutting singles til I'm seeing double
Like my vision blurry, take it in vain
I done shot up muf**a
They was saying things
Til I shot up muf**as
On my grind til my car
Looking shot up muthaf**a
That's a Ghost come in close
Get a shot of muf**as
...on a run
Like I shot a muf**a (pow)
DRREAM be the team
That they shout out muf**a
If you said a n***a name
Hope those were shout outs muf**a
Take the what and leave the what?
You a shotta muf**a
...you would think a gang with me
How they bang with me
Those who still arranged with me
Down to get a arraigned with me
b**hes think I sell dope
How these chains fit me
Know I got down pat
But why she still tryna frisk me, Cold
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Do it for them presidents okay Michelle
That thang on sale
I'll pay the bill
Only if your a** thick as K. Michelle's
...on tracks I'mma train derail
Trained to wheel no training wheels
All he do is run his mouth
Surprised he ain't tore no ACLs
....silver surfer in that gray CL
Things looking fantastic that been grim
And n***as can't see how
They gon' wanna stop my drive
Prolly ask can they see Ls
Buzz k**s
Usually only talk blunt
When they see Ls
I can't be boss'd around
You ain't the only boss around
I would adopt your steps son...
But I don't need a foster child
Got a little surge guess you herbs
Is Ibaka now
Can't block me out
My buzz high enough to send me Harvard bound
Points pending....
Sincerely yours winning
On a roll long enough
To make you feel short winded
Don't let that booth soup ya man
If they're Clark Kenting
Cuz it's childish to give a f**
And we're not kidding, b**h I'm COLD
[Hook]