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EastWest Lyrics by KOLD.

2015

[Verse]
Man I’m still lone
And still on, like Stallone but far from expendable
On a 5th, guess I’m back of 4th like a metronome
Punchlines stop ya flow, I'll Balboa constrict ya
Couldn’t grip the fact you was right there
Ya distance was off huh?
Depth perception fucked up like Ricky Walters
Pop the cork, like the rulers back
I got just enough to make it
Cut it close like straight edge
Or a straight hedge
I'd like that wall of green
And a chick with a ass like Serene’s
Or an Amina blue, mindset on Erykah Badu
I’m alive, no Selene
No moments are serene
Not a day they don’t take shots at me
They'll never get it though
I'd run that line back like Arthur B
Tryna start a movement, If I had it my way
I'd reject them scholarships like Kawme turé
Or Stokely I'm stoked see, Ive been prepping for war
Got my beret and serrated blade
Been saw through em
Like I put a bandsaw to em
They rather see me in a crown vic
Instead of crowned vic
Im crowning
Coming out this bitch, with a head start
I switched my main point
Now that pivots got me traveling
NY to LA
Jet Laggin, but aye deliver with no delay
Been about bread
Wheat chains on gold plates
Show you that I’m eating
Highly decorated come fuck with my Feng Shui
Haters at my feet, so I aim the chopper down, Mayday
Hit after hit, use my mic as a may-lay
Y’all act like a bunch of Bruce Jenner's
In the wrong genders
Only getting bigger like hallow tips when they hit ya
Hitch a ride with the kid
Got the 'cedes pedal to the ground like a stick up
Say these dudes got a problem go and speak up
Im a master champ
Throwing up two fingers, like Jordan Spieth in jets
Young muhfuka feeling like a vet
Woo
I drop bombs, do I ever miss hardly
And y’all niggas lost rockets
Heh, like James Harden
If she a bad then I want her
Don't discriminate, I stick my tongue in all breeds like Madonna
They taking shots at a great like i pulled up in a Lincoln continental
Continental meals served to my bedroom
Woo
I ain't playing no games
Son'in y’all?
Fuck that you the milk mans
Well protected man, all my whips gon look like armadillos
Couple sacks in the bag got me looking like all my dealers
Piff clouds be the thickest in the building
Lift up out the box, like there ain't no got damn ceilings
Got the game in my hand kept it sealed in
They all know I'm next they just concealing
Yea
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KOLD.

KOLD.

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