Ray Charles
By: chrisbennett
Duration
2:30
Genres
Description
Cold
Lyrics
The mind state of a winner three months of summer then this bitch turn back to winter it's all good My city made me stronger, dodge bullets and all that all black is the statement and weak bitches can fall back instigating a movement came from the cosmos eyes wide shut movin' forward you’d think my eyes closed prestigious deviants, cartel representative as if i'm taking the stage best pay me in dead presidents or prime ministers or whatever nigga just pay me money talks and I got bills to pay baby cell phone ringing, conversation private I dreamt I copped a G4 and my nigga Nick can fly it, he a pilot and I ain't tellin no lie I got friends in high places homie don't act surprised network for net worth useless bitches and niggas can hit the road jack im in it for dividends and digits Star power this life of controlled Chaos Working everyday like what the fuck is a day off Bought a piano been banging this shit like ray charles Now Bennett is about to be a fucking problem on the boards (you didn't know?) We in the cut, scorch the CPU fans crash the motherboard re-boot the bitch, hit it again Microphone intercourse till 333 in the morning smoking dope manufacturing audio opium for the people always for the people always for the people I'm staring out the window thinking how to really reach you In this world that’s so deceitful So I play the game To change the game A contradiction, hide the medicine just like median Said I’ve been there, I’ve done that
