Yeah, long live your idols May they never be your rivals
Pac and Cole are the GOATS, they something like Michael
Now what you′re 'bout to hear′s a tale of glory and sinNate Butler my mentor now let the story begin
I grew up on 90's music always listened to Pac
Pops playing Prince and Michael and other legends with heart
Hip hop was in my DNA, wanted to go to NBA
And give people buckets like Warren Buffet's economy
But that didn′t work out in my life
So now I write these lines I can give your top(head) 10 like a highlight
Was, quote unquote living the high life
On tour with Tedashii and Lecrae, a platform to shine my light
But, personal life had started giving me the blues
And it was God, family and Cole that really got me through
Not a blunt not a brew, or brown liquor too
Just, gimme that truth and Cole′s music will do
Got insurance on the car but cancel auto withdraw
No green in the pockets but with the pencil I draw
Viable art, to get collectors off of my draws
Be careful with ya hand When I got a King on my card
And Make Cole Proud
Damn
I gotta really infiltrate the game and make Cole proud
And this is God's plan you could never understand fuck it
Long live your idols May they never be your rivals
Pac and Cole are the GOATS, they something like Michael
Now what you′re 'bout to hear is a tale of glory and sin
Nate Butler my mentor now let the story begin
I′m representing for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Malcom X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So if we go let the trumpets blow
Life's foul like free throws nigga
Slave to the game? I′ll snatch ya chain like Deebo nigga
We got freedom over borders, crack and pills slang over corners
The homeless wanting quarters, shelter (Cole's studio in NC), and water
I'll stay connected when I grip the pen
Billy Jean, bringing light again and glory to Who cleansed my sin
Now we in, 2019 and this rap game aint the same
1985 made it plain
So now it′s mister madness, master slain the masses
Snapping with my faction these wack rappers collapsing
Blasts jabs like Zab, into ya spine causing paralysis
The baggage got the package blood splattering
Semi automatics numbers in caskets do the mathematics
Got they head nodding like they Cassius
Knowing they asking, how did he manage?
With all the cards against him he use em to his advantage
Nothing handed to me in triple D, but yo the truth is
Been broke my whole life but can′t deposit excuses
They know i'm on my way, it′s not hard to recognize
They ask how, the eyes chico, they never lie
Whatcha know bout these real niggaz, they never die
God took this black boy and made him fly so fly
And make Cole proud, damn
When i pop do this thing for hip hop
And make Cole proud
I give props to the legends when looking up to the heavens, fuck it
Long live your idols May they never be your rivals
Pac and Cole are the GOATS, they something like Michael
Now what you're ′bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
Nate Butler my mentor now let the story begin
Yep, this what i tell em
Give people their flowers while they can still smell em
Hmmmm yeah you ain′t let Nas down
I'm up and comin in the game to make Cole proud
