Alright Remix Letra

I got a better way to fight these demons
F*ck do you know about my pain? (blow!)

Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening
No Promethazine I’m a king, no leaning
I got a better way to fight these demons
F*ck do you know ‘bout my pain?

If I quote it n*gga, I wrote it n*gga
Six head shots, I’ll erode a n*gga
Pop another clip and I'm reloading n*gga
Ain’t no way around it, I’m the coldest n*gga
Do a n*gga dirty life's a coal, my n*gga
Get you clinked up then I fold you n*gga
Shout out to the haters who promote a n*gga
Flow hot, whip cold, I’m bipolar n*gga
But I don’t like to talk about a Rover n*gga
Keep this shit a hundred, I just sold it n*gga
Tired of police looking at me like I stole it n*gga
Probably just gonna cop a new Corolla n*gga
Don’t need a rollie on to know I’m getting older n*gga
Dreamville going up way up like a floater n*gga
Couple hands out like I owe them n*ggas
Where was you when the Civic was getting towed my n*gga?
No snakes in the grass cause I mowed it n*gga
Fuck do you know ‘bout my pain?
(Right there let me get that there)
Fuck do you know ‘bout my dreams?
Nada
(Talk about it, if you really believe it, gotta talk about it
N*ggas lookin’ at you funny when they start to doubt it
Fucking up your energy when you start to doubt it too)
Rollercoaster ride
(Start to doubt it too)
How much do it cost?
(Start to doubt it)
If I take a ride, fuck around get lost
(Shoutout my n*gga Ib)
Rollercoaster ride, how much do it cost?
(El Presidente and shit)
(You want me to talk my shit)
If I take a ride, fuck around get lost

Cole world you should stay off this dick
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out staples
N*gga getting creamed like an old ass Laker
But I ain’t coming to talk about all that paper
That’s what they talk about when they ain’t got shit to say
Can’t understand why n*ggas never got shit to do
You know the saying n*gga, same shit different day
I never felt that, no way
Cause on the same day a n*gga doing different shit
Spit different flows hit different chicks
Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish and chips
Why I do a lot of shows? I’m the shit, that’s it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never stingy with the hoes word to Cliff and Chris
So if I fuck six bitches I got six assists n*gga
The flow sick as shit, catch ebola if you bit this shit
I never take, I invent the shit then flip the shit
Then lick the shit, and bit the shit back twice, I’m that nice, woo
What’s the plan?
Cole keeps snapping like a Mustard jam
Got a middle finger for Uncle Sam
I done paid so much taxes I can fund Japan
But instead they make a young nigga fund the man
Same man that keep a young nigga under, damn
I just cocked back nigga and my gun don’t jam
On a scale from one to ten I’m a hundred grand

It's Cole fuckin’ world nigga
Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker
When you and K. Dot shit dropping?
Bitch never, they can’t handle two Black niggas this clever
But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...
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