Ay bro, this beat is hot, hot
You know I keep the chrome, I'm deceasin' in the home
Without speakin' you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw your pain
They call me $cope, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
Ay bro, this beat is hot, hot
Yeah, uh, it go hot, waste, desert taste
Four pounds of metal, triangle face
Hesitate, never, I'll put hole in whoever
Don't make Push Russian Roulette ya
Gamble wit' ya life, change came from cocaine
And I've measured, white was the treasure
Comfort was the steel, I pedal to the
Corner like a child on a big wheel
Flow more sicker, so much shake in the street
They measure my weight in Richter, make no mistake
I rhyme for the public, but still I
Push weight that make the ghettos quake
By all means, I've seen, I've lived
By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmed
My dream start over the stove, I ran over the globe and back again
Ay bro, this beat is hot, hot
You know I keep the chrome, I'm deceasin' in the home
Without speakin' you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw your pain
They call me $cope, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
Ay bro, this beat is hot, hot
Y'all niggas really ain't got a pot to piss in
Or a window to throw it out of, I'm filthy
But you wouldn't believe I got over a stack in my pocket though
Iceberg on the seams of my jeans, no
I'm a Dickies and Timbs man, I'm not no Benz man
Delta 88 on rims, man
With mirror tint and four of my most militant men
Who's tryna stay sucker free, that's why they hang around me
'Cause I ain't pimps, lustin' for diamonds and pearls
I'm not no bitch, I choose a magnum 44
That attach to a hundred shells, I scare the shit
Out of bank tellers so I can become rich
That's how I make my livin', I give 'em encouragement
You're doin' great, keep chillin'
While I'm flashin' the Glock in they face
I show 'em I can be appreciative, I tell 'em thanks for givin'
I'm sinnin', but Allah knows that I have three children
Now I'm somewhere in Utah relaxin', the Jazz, with a broad
Quarter mil' in the stash, avoidin' the law from afar
Ay bro, this beat is hot, hot
You know I keep the chrome, I'm deceasin' in the home
Without speakin' you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw your pain
They call me $cope, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
Ay bro, this beat is hot, hot
Uh, let it, let it, let it
I'm startin' wit' the man in the mirror
And askin' him to make that change, that real dough
That point somethin' paper like a 4.6 on the Range
New shit, look, Bonic really been through shit
Pay close attention when Boo spit, uh
Lackin' that'll get you hit
And don't care who you come back through with
Been around, nigga front like he want it, car spin around
Window drop, Glock pop, spit a round
Niggas stand up, lookin' for 'em, sit 'em down
And you see 'em laid out
That's why when I was young I stayed out
And plus bein' part of that shit is played out
I made means to get that C.R.E.A.M
We all players, all they say is how you get that team
Ay bro, this beat is hot, hot
You know I keep the chrome, I'm deceasin' in the home
Without speakin' you'll give me your chain
I'm Da Vinci, don't make me draw your pain
They call me $cope, short for Rosco P. Coldchain
Ay bro, this beat is hot, hot
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