Correction Paroles Cold Floor par Zero

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Y'all already know we on that OTT gang sh*t
These n***as know how we coming man it's out the mud, nobody f**k with my sh*t man
Keep that drill like some season sh*t them n***as keep tripping for real
We still ball we still balling like a mean baller sh*t
Nobody gone stop us man OTT in this b*t*h you know how we coming my n***a
(Intro)

AYO SUPREME RUN IT BACK

Remember me sleeping on the cold floor
My gangster told me put in work like it's a magic
In these streets thank God I'm still ten toes
When my n***a Jeffy died I swear this sh*t was tragic
The cold floor made my heart cold
The cold floor made me mother f**king heartless
Can't be bugging like a b*t*h and keep a 30 around my waist
All them n***as know I'm still f**king regardless
Trapping no chap stick we gone sip codeine for dinner
Pop pills for lunch
Smoke blunt for supper
Playing like a quarter back ain't no sitting still my n***a
Me and my gangster two days we pop 20 pills my n***a
Work hard stop faking less you turn to a realistic n***a
DEA again my dawg but we got different business
N***a said I'm balling hard it's like I never started
Got my heart full of codeine I'm so Elucidated
When I see fake n***as acting real I get so Irritated
They be on that acts pill to be acting ruffles
I remember midnight
I'm still balling in these cold streets you I don't even care
I want to get my bread right
I can't forget about 2019 they try to end my career I had to fight tight
I badly wanted them JJ
Thank God for the good woman that raised me
Got some good players who just died on the way
My n***a Jeffy I'm still balling for you every days
Young n***a how's the after life
I Know you dead but you always gone be my ride to die
I still remember ghost ride when we where side by side
U brought the drama on the E way and it made me proud
Cut them n***as we some slats
We done, tears in our eyes
Swear to God we go high
All my n***as ride to die we gone slide yeah
Remember me sleeping on the cold floor
My gangster told me put in work like it's a magic
In these streets thank God I'm still ten toes
When my n***a Jeffy died I swear this sh*t was tragic
The cold floor made my heart cold
The cold floor made me mother f**king heartless
Can't be bugging like a b*t*h and keep a 30 around my waist
All them n***as know I'm still f**king regardless

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