Richie Rich - Cold lyrics

[Verse 1: Callon B] b**h I'm coming from, Mayfield Every dream I had I made real I see em' hatin, f** how they feel I ain't sweatin sh**, I know my day will Come, I just got to stay ill, uh I been doing this sh** for some time Moving in quick with punch lines Thumpin and bumpin the drum line Stomach is grumblin sh** got me wonderin when is lunch time Spittin them dumb rhymes, special ed A1, b**h its crunch time Hope you did your home work I ain't quitting no Sir You droppin out I drop bombs, on yo turf I rip my heart out on the beat like it won't hurt Ill grab your neck and f**ing squeeze like Gogurt By any means, walk a mile in my skinny jeans So I can prove there isn't many me's Plenty things, stay on my mind All the time but I don't fret my enemies They got to envy me, the f**ing MVP Get a case of OE and empty three Load my sh** to your MP3 If you think disbelief, could offend me please You is mad wrong, I grew up a screw up I never listened at all I do what I do, what you mad all The time for? while I'm getting mad props I had laughs I had sobs Color me pink b**h I'm that raw Can't think of the last day I had off Now I got this rap sh** on a pad lock So the day I quit I'll be bad off Won't stop till I got a plaque on my dads wall I'll be the first to admit I'm a tad off Never ask questions I seek and attack all Stay the hell out the booth, you are black balled Ice cold, Ginger with the nice flows Got your woman showing me where the pipe go Get up in her stomach like lipo But I never make sure she have a ride home I walk a fine line like a tight rope Resemble Michael, yeah I'm a psycho Wrote this verse with my mother f**in eyes closed I'm as cold as ice but that's a side note (Callon B talking)