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resurrection - cookalicious lyrics

i can sit here and name every car that i own
worth 65 million
but the grind at home

worth more than your ancestors when i was 16 years old
man i’m an investor my amex got 16 digits in bold

i got fans steady praisin’
they say i’m amazin’
got them prayin’ to satan is what i’m basically sayin’
if i ever get a girl imma keep her a maiden
but d-mn i might wife her if she portray a ten
i’m not sayin i’m cappin
got a saint laurent jacket
got a saint laurent mac 10
chasin’ m’s is a habit
blazing paces at rapid
gotchu foamin’ its rabid
goin’ roman with rappin
it be ops i stay stabbin’
i bet the government tapping
so i’ll just say that i’m acting
i hear all the hate that you chattin
but don’t think i’m reacting
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man you don’t faze me
i stay zoned like swae lee
i’m an ace like jay z
and yo pace won’t graze me
i’m at a higher degree
got all these models for free
you claim you better than me but i stay in the lead
i climb up the billboard ranks while you miming me
i was raised in the hood but now i own a marquis (markey)-

finessin on basics in latex
dominate every lane i be chasin’
chasin’ and chasin’ got no time for vacation

never had a nine-to-five
now it’s my time to strive
makin’ bank off rappin’
thank god i’m alive
i’ve been threatened to be k!lled
and i’ve been stabbed twice
but every second im sk!lled
to take on the battle of life
my louis bags are filled
you carry a bag of lies
my gang harder than you; we don’t need allies

so take it back cl-ssic hip-hop
buyin’ gas like a pit stop
choppin’ n’ thuggin’ choppa got the power split ops

you know the game is messed up
when these rappers are white
dissin’ and boastin’ just let the crackers fight
i’m a god so all my fans are my acolytes
paparazzi all around me like some satellites
the way i’m spittin – it’s ruinin’ appet-tes
and ill never quit rappin’ without a fight
the day that happens is when i’m in a casket in white
imma run up on you, but don’t ask what night
imma run up on you, and attack on sight
point a gun up to you make you see the light

this my-
resurrection
so get up out of my section
can’t show these girls – any love and affection
only one night and that’s it
smoke a blunt then p-ss it
smokin kush in my casket
totin’ semi-automatics
50 g’s on a patek
stackin’ cash like an addict
stashin’ racks in my attic
no wonder yall want static
my spazzin’ erratic
yall just rapper fanatics
did this song without a hook
i thought y’all knew that i had it
and i’m gone-

- cookalicious lyrics

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