Oschino - Cosmic Kev Come Up Show Freestlye lyrics

“F the police”, Mumia Abu inspired My comrades there that stuck behind like barbed wires We aspire for currency, Bent coupes burgundy A n***a will never get no Bentley n***a working at no Burger King Shot me – got me stuck up in surgery Came home, shot him back, now he in emergency Do dirt, get dirt, I just wanna get work Dirty kid only had two pants and 6 shirts Hate being poor ‘cause I adore velour Ol' graveyard shift by the corner store sh** I always wanted more More money, more b**hes Big house that had more rooms with more kitchens Bad Boy and I ain't talking Puff and Will Smithin' Bad Boy that'll run up in your room with the Smith & - Snitching is a no-no, red and white polo You take four birds you can sell it for the low-low Balling, Tony Romo, D&G Logo, Love my little chick, I don't care if she's a ho though Bounce, sipping yellow sh** got them on solo Got a good connect he look just like Miguel Cotto. Percocet poppin', Whip with every option Always on bread n***a you could call me sausage Hand gun lover Only had one rubber And I had to hit twice so that's another baby mother F who don't love it, F who don't like it Me and my n***as on paper like hand writing ???????, why mess around and wife her I'm just a hooligan who got the soul of a lifer Dad was a piper, mom was a piper Sold d** to get double pipes on the white viper Came from the struggle n***a Nelson Mandela Don't get the a**ignment if you know you can't sell it Homie you a hater, I can smell it We be holding heavy metal n***a Van Halen. Hot summer nights, cold hard goons Candy paint old school ??? maroon '69 Chevy, 20 for the bezzy Got my first hand gun from my Uncle Eddie Set the Range Rover on plates like spaghetti Lookin debaner, lookin debanar, lookin debanar… New Frank Muller n***as always wanna k** dreams, Fred Kruger Rather see you in prison, then see you at the j**eler Walking out the b**h like Slick Rick the Ruler, Born in the sewer, raised in manure But always had the mind of an entrepreneur Neighborhood dangerous – whole lot of shooters Had to keep a MAC and I ain't talking bout computers Grind all the time, keep pushing like a scooter Everyday no days off, Ferris Bueller, Keep fish scales ain't talking bout tuna Talking about the sh** that make you nod - brain tumors Supply and demand Cops lie on the stand Get caught with a bird you probably die in the can 400 months, gotta add it up Trying to do the math sitting on your top bunk Money and the powder, ??? Seen coke goons get k**ed by cowards Funeral flowers, he's with a higher power Same day he died, his girl had a baby shower As the world turns, manners I ain't learned 4 n***as 1 chick, we was taking turns On the road to riches I ain't taking no turns Yes I smoke haters but I never smoked sherm 3–car garage, 2-girl ménage Grind grind since n***as wore Karl Kani No alibi, booked for a body Bail so high its like 20 Maseratis Celly was a dope head, old as Bill Cosby Tracks on his arms like: ‘where the f**s the trolley?' Singing Teddy Riley Thinking bout home You try to call yo girl but she ain't picking up the phone Your homey's in the hole A n***a's in the zone You had to walk the yard, you couldn't walk on parole Real – so cold n***a's heart froze Ice in his veins, smoke coming out his nose d**h before dishonor Don't even bother: “Take me back to prison, I don't give a sh** Your Honor,” Snitches get stiches, and I don't like stiches I like Aston Martins when they purring like a kitten Try and get a job, they wouldn't give me no position So me and sellingdope was on a head on collision Won't ask for permission, take what we wanted Yea we poppin Cris' and I ain't talking Young Gunna Yeah it feel good n***a to be a stunna Pinky ring cost more than homeboy Humma Lookin for my mother, that was '89 n***as had cats that was tall as Lebron Black top, blue top, graffiti on the rooftop No bank account, kept the paper in the shoe box Loved the Thug Life before I ever heard of 2Pac Strong armed robberies, die soon probably That was my demeaner, sh** wasn't no calmin me Hurt when you 12 – no dad no mommy Dreaming about steak and you ain't even got salami So when you see O, you should see survivor Since day one been my on sole provider…. (echo) Going 150 in the coupe, I see you later hater Oschino fly you can call me aviator Flow radiator, k** them all, regulator All I ever do is step it up homie escalator I'm on a respirator, trying to talk extra fly Left him dead like B.I.G. left I Left in a ??? came back in a 5 Left with yo chick, she came back with a son I'm the one, not two, not three, not four Used to hustle by the store with Fila velour You want war pull guns make you lay on the floor Spray a hater in his back and then spray him some more Because we're the hooligan posse, k**er Kamikaze Raised by the projects not raised by a Cosby I don't need no I.D., they know the boy's face Take me straight to V.I.P. man you know your boy straight, yeah…