Rockie Fresh - Sofa King Cole lyrics

[Rockie Fresh - Sofa King Cole lyrics]

Uh, I stay reaching my goals
Many got called but i'm the
One that got chose now I’m sitting on dough
Excuse me, I’m just so fucking cold!
I said I’m so fucking cold!
I said I’m so fucking cold!
A nigga sitting on dough
Excuse me, I’m just Sofa King Cole!

Its Mister Fresh up in this bitch
Label one of the dopest
I ain’t come in a ford
But, I’m definitely in my focus
A lot of women battle to see
Who can get the closest
And maybe I crossed the line
So I guess the flags on encroachment
However I stay chilling
Right where I’m supposed to be
Shout out to the most highest
Clear that he has chosen me
Ain’t nobody coasting me
Ain’t no niggers over me
And they say money changes
So I hope these people notice me!
Hopefully they will learn to chill
With all that whack shit
I see ‘em hangin’ with
Them squares like Patrick got that fire
Blow up in the booth I light a match stick
Put me on that ice and I
Be going for that hat trick
That shit, wild nigga riding like a cave man
So they quick to give me props
Like a stage hand
I’m not a butler but I’m certainly a made man
Since I started winning
They all wanna know my game plan! Damn!

If you like my raps, go head and clap
Said if you like my rap, go ahead and clap
I know you like these raps go ahead and clap!
Said if you like these raps
Go ahead and clap! Uh, now is like so many
Wanna see you Rock lose
They station'll dis a nigga, like fox news
But, I choose to focus on
The love that I receive get the money
I’mma get you some things that I’mma need
They supercede they boundaries
And I feel like I’m the coldest
I got that set in my mind
Since I done been on my grid
Niggers got left behind
Now they see that I’m ahead
And expect me to rewind
Fuck that, they that ain’t among us
Them niggers are really out
But they hate just like Uncle Ruckus
And Clyton Bigsby, they minds
Empty souls empty pockets
And when you got no bread is
Like you’re breed to end it
Only nigga like me thats just living life
I guess they’re mad
Cause, I’m busy out here taking flight
High as a kite, becoming one with the clouds
Givin' all that I got
And goin' pass whats allowed and now!

I done a lot, but I ain’t done enough
Where they wanna be, I am one above
High as fuck but I’m still moving up
I dug deep
But, I found my diamond in the rough
And when they tryin' to cuff
That is what I been had people show me love
But a lot of rappers been mad
Since I’ve been they always question
If they’ve been there
Own that other crib, they just a house guest
Sinbad i tried to tell ‘em but
They ain’t wanna believe us
I ain't eatin' bitch
I got three tongues on my Adidas
And I hang with the… so
They label us… leaders
Every time we’re taking we’re rocking leaders
Every time that they see us
They claim that it was meant to be
Real money, real dollars
Not what I pretend to be!
I don’t claim bitches, I only claim victory
Uh, and I’m about to make history!

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