bLueslides - Jack Frost

It's been a long time since I tasted cooking that dope plate
Me and my homeboy in the kitchen cooking up dope shit
I been standing on the business like 24/seven
True friends, they gotta ask me just one quick question
If you front my AK gon' sing like the choir chapel
Double-cross the G-O-D know I leave you wrapped in the gravel
Simmons all on the collar chain look like a chandelier
Marble floor double-decker doors where I store the cash and the steel like
Listen you could go your own way
See my dreams they be gleaming sipping water with the saints
Louis with the toolie I'm the flyest ain't no gimmicks
Cuban links and they be swinging pull the strings just like I'm Hendrix
Rolex tick-tock that's a quarter mil' on the wrist
I know you went from being small, you ever gone from rags to rich?
You ever wrote your own shit and then you put it in the dust?
You ever cut off twenty people 'cause you knew you couldn't trust like?

Written by:
Ziad H

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