Messenger II Lyrics

Legendary too cold with it

Wordplay another level like I'm Cole with it

My pockets fatten while you hoes thinning

At least we know if we go toe to toe I'll beat you by the length of a nose you not mistaken by who you knows winning

Rappin' longer than in bed with my ex I go a whole minute

Start fast with a slow finish

Money talking for me like a family gold business

Ayo fuck this industry, a lot of hoes in it

That all oppose spitting unless it's riches & bitches

My haters sickest of critiques

My only interest is digits

I'm the littest who spit this

So give it a listen and tell me what you know homie

Who got the flows homie?

Typing out my shit I don't like to get on my phone homie

This is not a game, I don't play with controllers (mmm)

I can't find a frame that can fit all my photos, (mmm)

Never find a stain, in my closet of Polos

I need deposits & promo

I need a lot of you homos to get the fuck up off my dick

If my music ain't your taste, oh well, give it a lick

Ya shawty is in my likes

Ya homies are in my comments

Too handsome I am Adonis

A god that's without a goddess

Not comprehending my logic

My methods became methodic

My melodies got melodic, when Mary Jane got exotic

And every dame is erotic

And all the fame is demonic

Yeah, you worship to an idol that's never seen an episode of American Idol and now you turn off the TV and now they hit you with the Bible

There's something wrong with the title

When I, battle rappers I check vitals

Come into the game with homicidal arrival and shoot the lyrical rifle right at my idols

Check my drip because my wave is a tidal, that's dripping down to ya spinal

Yo fuck the police you dial

My venom selling in vials

This rap shit due for revival

I got the key to survival so don't you feel so entitled

Because the word of the day I chose is denial

Orty where you been?

I been gone for a while

Pen clicking, I been spitting

Why you think my friends distant?

Starving artist with a lot on my plate

I dirty ten dishes then get a genie and wish for ten wishes and tell him I wish for ten bitches and tell them bitches, tell them friends visit, ah

While these rappers flickin' boogers, hmm

I'm flicking roaches and wondering why I wrote this

Another joint in my hand & I'm wondering why I rolled this

Beats for breakfast so tell me now who the coldest

Independent as a motherfucker pat on my shoulder & get promoted

I'm giving myself a bonus

Beats for breakfast so tell me now who the coldest?

Tell me now who the coldest?

Tell me now who the coldest?

Legendary too cold with it, too cold with it

Word, wordplay another level, Cole with it