BJ The Chicago Kid, DOM KENNEDY - Of All Time lyrics
[BJ The Chicago Kid, DOM KENNEDY - Of All Time lyrics]
Things finally looking up
Girls finally getting down
When hoes around slows you down
Yea
It's either be on my team
Or you'll probably lose
The day you shut down my
City nigga I'll probably moved
I feel like I'm the only nigga
Poppin and that's probably true
Poly set the screen
I'm just waitin on my alley oop
My girl is sweeter than berrys, Halle too
I might get her a couple
Rings if she Audi cool
AA'in it's hard to stay patient
When you hear that M5
And the nigga paid Franklin's
Hollywood sign
My little niggas stay adjacent
It's money in the air like
Somebody sprayed a fragrance
What success sound like when
You dressed down nice
Damn everything I do in the West sound right
This feel like Nike when they just found Mike
Or them black and white commercials
When they just found Spike
Then them Porsches in a circle
Getting spint round twice
I ain't makin money off music? Then
What this sound like nigga?
Ya'll do ya'll dog and I'mma do me
And in the end trust me we gone see
The real one that's destined to be
The Coldest Nigga Of All Time
Who are you dog compared to me?
You the States I'm over seas
CNOAT, Coldest Nigga Of All Time
Black candle, Black lighter, Black Roses
I'm showing niggas the way I'm
Like the black Moses for South Central
LA this like the Black Opis
King of 8th nigga get ya Google Maps open
LA's finest pull me over
With they whack slogan
Impound my shit if you want
I'll be back rollin
A week later I'm at the lot with a stack
Hold It!
Shit I got a generation on my back (Go in)
For loose listeners I don't
Want to petition ya
Hand over my heart if you
Fuck with me unconditional
Fortune 500 Dom on my Mom
It's like Iraq in this shit
Tell Flex drop the bomb
Number one with a bullet, bet I knock it off
Best nigga in LA if I'm never not involved
I be aimin for the heavens I
Ain't never shot at blogs
Why you scared to speak to me? I
Ain't never got at ya'll hah
Fear em, soon as you hear em
Upon my arrival the real niggas cheer em
Black Mac Book, keep my business in line
I think a Jesus Piece might
Keep my Spirit Divine
But I read a passage to
Keep my lyrics in line
I ain't reached the masses but still
I feel I've been tryin (Naw)
Shit at least I feel I can grind
Million dollar deal
At least I will when I sign (HA)
You spent a DEM on your cloths
Buyin Louis belts I can see em off a show
Fuck Video hoes
I done seen em when they broke
Tryin to get a date I done
Seen all in they throat
Even in the summer four key stunner
(Coldest Nigga Of All Time)
And you ain't never got to wonder
On out the summer
(Coldest Nigga Of All Time)
Hurry up take a picture
Cause you don't want to miss the
(Coldest Nigga Of All Time)
And you ain't got to check the list
But I'm right there under Mr
(Coldest Nigga Of All Time)
Girls finally getting down
When hoes around slows you down
Yea
It's either be on my team
Or you'll probably lose
The day you shut down my
City nigga I'll probably moved
I feel like I'm the only nigga
Poppin and that's probably true
Poly set the screen
I'm just waitin on my alley oop
My girl is sweeter than berrys, Halle too
I might get her a couple
Rings if she Audi cool
AA'in it's hard to stay patient
When you hear that M5
And the nigga paid Franklin's
Hollywood sign
My little niggas stay adjacent
It's money in the air like
Somebody sprayed a fragrance
What success sound like when
You dressed down nice
Damn everything I do in the West sound right
This feel like Nike when they just found Mike
Or them black and white commercials
When they just found Spike
Then them Porsches in a circle
Getting spint round twice
I ain't makin money off music? Then
What this sound like nigga?
Ya'll do ya'll dog and I'mma do me
And in the end trust me we gone see
The real one that's destined to be
The Coldest Nigga Of All Time
Who are you dog compared to me?
You the States I'm over seas
CNOAT, Coldest Nigga Of All Time
Black candle, Black lighter, Black Roses
I'm showing niggas the way I'm
Like the black Moses for South Central
LA this like the Black Opis
King of 8th nigga get ya Google Maps open
LA's finest pull me over
With they whack slogan
Impound my shit if you want
I'll be back rollin
A week later I'm at the lot with a stack
Hold It!
Shit I got a generation on my back (Go in)
For loose listeners I don't
Want to petition ya
Hand over my heart if you
Fuck with me unconditional
Fortune 500 Dom on my Mom
It's like Iraq in this shit
Tell Flex drop the bomb
Number one with a bullet, bet I knock it off
Best nigga in LA if I'm never not involved
I be aimin for the heavens I
Ain't never shot at blogs
Why you scared to speak to me? I
Ain't never got at ya'll hah
Fear em, soon as you hear em
Upon my arrival the real niggas cheer em
Black Mac Book, keep my business in line
I think a Jesus Piece might
Keep my Spirit Divine
But I read a passage to
Keep my lyrics in line
I ain't reached the masses but still
I feel I've been tryin (Naw)
Shit at least I feel I can grind
Million dollar deal
At least I will when I sign (HA)
You spent a DEM on your cloths
Buyin Louis belts I can see em off a show
Fuck Video hoes
I done seen em when they broke
Tryin to get a date I done
Seen all in they throat
Even in the summer four key stunner
(Coldest Nigga Of All Time)
And you ain't never got to wonder
On out the summer
(Coldest Nigga Of All Time)
Hurry up take a picture
Cause you don't want to miss the
(Coldest Nigga Of All Time)
And you ain't got to check the list
But I'm right there under Mr
(Coldest Nigga Of All Time)