Lottery Odds - Cold Blooded

Eyes crossed backwards
The concrete shatters
Took a walk in hell just to flame these rappers
He king Cap'a
The lion king laughter
Hyenas in the pit don't let me feed you bastards
I play for keeps so keep on counting more
Exotic kush my resume evolved from selling raw
We in the field and all the corner stores
21 Savage, Deion Sanders how we settle scores
The pressure on I guess you never meant it
I had this flow since Derrick Rose Played in Memphis, damn damn
They stealing game but I keep a template
Since floppy disks, I been the shit
Forgot to mention
This is Mona Lisa mixed with Kesha
David Blane with the work moved the key no Alesha
I kick my feet up
I'm old school like shell toed Adidas
They looking for the one then I'm the fetus
Things ain't what they seem
Lord know
We counting hundreds yeah
The gang won't leave me
Can't get too greedy
Take from the rich then give to the needy
It's all about the Benjamin's baby, baby
Mayonnaise whips for the times that they slaved me
Working double time had to pitch where they paid me
Mama paid the bills but the wage wasn't crazy
Never had a father so the streets really raised me
My daughter almost 10 got no times for these ladies, see
Cash rules everything around me, cream
For the butter niggas put da toast right up on your spleen
Never played the middle niggas always in between
I'm the type to take a pawn and turn it to a queen
Double all my profit
Heard all the gossip
Pillow talking niggas always hiding in the closet
But this is my house
And I'm Rick James nigga fuck your couch
Things ain't what they seem
Lord knows
We counting hundreds
Yeah

Written by:
Dillon Nash

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