Cold Blooded Lyrics

No one ever gave me shit

No one ever told me flow or to rap like this

No one gone make me rich

Ain't a single soul that I know spitting facts like this

Blew up on the map like this

Bring it to ya skullcap like this

Can't lack, don't miss

Cold blooded heart, don't skip

One goal from the start get rich

Its Atlas bitch

Not good with hooks imma spit every lining

Up these rappers one head at a time

Mind on my money, my money is fine

Remind me of something that I gotta climb

Glock on my hip, Optimus prime

If a cop on my dick, imma optimist mime

Sold 26 I would roll up two dimes

Now its a eighth and I let it unwind

Played in the field for a sack like a lineman

I talked to God then I started rhyming

Bitches like I like think I seen you before

Hold up a minute, ain't ya name Brian

Fuck no it's ATLAS, spit like a Mac 10

I'm good at math best at subtraction

Blowing on cat piss, stay with a bad bitch

Keep me a gat like it's part of my fashion

Eat like a fat bitch, sharp as a cactus

You in my comments ain't bout shit catfish

I blew up solo I ain't no taking photo

You bitches ain't want me when I didn't have shit

I turned this rapping shit into a habit

All I know stack it

Money Jurassic

Hang with assassins

I gotta question so I'm gonna ask it

Who you better than

You is not a veteran telling me how to do something you ain't never did

Where's the evidence pussy you irrelevant

I'm the one who let the dogs outs and I'll let em in

Like a letterman got this shit sewn up grown up

I done blown up out the sediment

I really rip shit so sick from my lip when I spit quick get hit flow medicine

Atlas I'm one hella of guy get lost in some melanin thighs

White guy kite high with some relevant rhymes

I got on Mary J. Blige on repeat cause she the only bitch ain't telling me lies

Fuck the stars got the letters aligned

I'm a star, I'm a vet in his prime

Imma threat with the 9

End up dead if you get out of line

I'm a don with some veteran rhymes

I got 17 in a glock 9

Imma let it ring get a op lined

I was 17 with a glock 9

I was 17 thinking top 5

Bitch I rap from 11 to 9 then I trap from 11 to 5

That boy Atlas ahead of his time

Thinking back roll a back in the back of the Bach and get Jettison high

No one ever gave me shit

No one ever told me flow or to rap like this

No one gone make me rich

Ain't a single soul that I know spitting facts like this

Blew up on the map like this

Bring it to ya skullcap like this

Can't lack, don't miss

Cold blooded heart, don't skip

One goal from the start get rich

Its Atlas bitch

Got no love

Just some cold blood with some gold slugs and a old gun

I don't want smoke but if the guns show from your folk imma blow sumn

In a Lamborghini with the doors up

Smoking like a genie when I roll up

Everybody see me got my nose up

Can't nobody be me you would fold up

No one ever gave me shit

No one ever told me flow or to rap like this

No one gone make me rich

Ain't a single soul that I know spitting facts like this

Blew up on the map like this

Bring it to ya skullcap like this

Can't lack, don't miss

Cold blooded heart, don't skip

One goal from the start get rich

Its Atlas bitch