Текст песни Coleslaw - Keyze AriZona feat. Java Lynne & Mike Lyons

Back to square one
This shit for the fam
I don't have fun
I'm handsome
Money on my mind
I'm finna grab some
Your grandson
Finally got the light
I'm finna shine some
Horizon
Tryna block me out
But know I'm fine love
I'm fired up
You serving to the feds
That nigga wired up
I'm nice as fuck
Everything is clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known to foul
Hand me downs
Now I'm in designer
What's the thread count
Showing off
All them nights I practiced
Know I gotta ball
Rap the only sport
Where you lack talent
Still could make it far
Know a friend who got a classic album
Get no plays at all
I work for everything I ever had
I could never fold
The story goes
Tryna build a family like the Corleone's
Graveyard shift
Working over night
With all these lovely bones
Money come and goes
Plotting on my life
Devil want my soul
With all these lovely woes
But still I'm good to go
Boy I'm good as gold
Cause everything I touch increase in value
Hear the streets is talking
Tell 'em watch the outcome
Want my name beside a x
Like I'm truly Malcolm
This is greater purpose
All the days they said I'm worthless
Take the roof off the whip
And let it ease my mind
I been cruising with the tint
Screaming free the guys

I let my legs hang off the bed
Like the edge of a cliff
My tears fall and seep
Deep into my pillow
Mind race like the Indy 500
Spine tingling in my slumber
Paralyzed by the truths of my life
Turn onto my cheek
Stare deep into the white walls
Notice every speckle match the marks of the injustice
Playing Peggy through my speakers
The sounds of chaos ring clearly
Feel like sweet melodies
From a songbird in the Spring
The battle cry of the negroes
The last song of the sinners
The rebellion
Return of the radio rap menace
Serve fools like tennis
Lounge in chaos like its Venice
The bad man
The crimson lip lined black ninja
Who escaped out of prison
And threw a finger to the system
My words penetrate
Like bullets in the flesh
The slow burn
The hell of the Devil envelope in your chest
Development of the negligence
Fuck the lover shit
Terrorize the minds of the youth
Like the government
Java
Be synonymous
With the obvious
Ominous
Feeling of confidence
When a nigga rising to prominence
On Keyze shit yo I gotta spit
These niggas weak
And won't speak
So I just heat up
Like 'Bron in Miami Beach
The pro black Bojack
You see on tweets
Be in the streets
Marching for mine
So it's all love
Now rest in peace

My skills sharpened
Hit the target
With a pop
In a room full of polka dots
Just tryna find my spot
I'm sparking what I got
I was charming now I'm not
Got the armor in the pot
You facing karma in the block
I got the juice
Square box
And a straw
I'm often appalled
At all the thoughts I recall
Kyrie with the handles
Chris Paul with the ball
But I'm whiter than the office room wall
Yeah look
I'm Kobe Bryant
When I'm shooting
In that golden armor
I'm smoking dope
Out in the open
Bang the second cater
A spartan rapping
Rip ya heart apart
And leave you heartless
I turn a MC to a carcass
Imma win regardless
Drinking
Head spinning like the bottle top
Make her wi wigidy wobble
She gotta lotta wap
And imma knock you off the the top
Like fresh cuts
I'm next up
So bless up
I need a girl that's in the big chest club
With F cups
Yes sir
And it's so easy
Cause me Java and Keyze
Bring the pressure
She gotta give me head
She love the texture
No question
Here's a lesson
Because after the sex session
She gon text ya
Like damn babe
I'm sorry I was resting
No effort
I'm the best forever
Because I'm California dreaming
Every time I'm scheming
It all seems so simple in my mind
Without even a reason
Or even to believe in
Everything will be okay with time