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cobra king freestyle - young romeo lyrics

i got the rollie, i don’t check the time
not cause i know, i just know that it’s mine
flex i’m a hot boy just look at these dimes
i put on a show just like it’s halftime
i do double what you do in half of the time
ain’t just goin’ all*star, i’m goin’ all*time
i don’t call your b*tch phone, i have her call mine
if that b*tch ain’t a ten, she a nine out of nine
feel like kobe all i know is the grind
sometimes when the lights out you still learn to shine
r.i.p legends gone before their time
you’ll forever live on because of your lives
i steady stay on my hustle and grind
reach perfect harmony of muscle and mind

i got your thot and d*mn ain’t she caked up
i shot my shot it was more like a layup
haters in their feelings because of my pay stub
i break through my ceilings no such thing as a pay cut
it’s a package deal how success and the hate come
865 yeah you know where i came from
they late on the style, i’m who they duplicate from
i want everything, i don’t care who i take from
the world’s not enough i feel like james bond
they servin’ beef, spittin’ flames how i respond
now they don’t like the stakes when my plates what they be on
send their careers into the great beyond
b*tch i’m the sandman, watch who you sleep on
freddie krueger your b*tch, i’m who she dream of
they know i’m god’s plan so they try to scheme up
they know i’m the man so they tryna team up
i’m the new king like giannis
they askin’ my source i say “god is”
they don’t want the smoke like they got a black lung
i’m the demon cobra king with a black tongue
call rudexter for a new beat when this track done
feel outer sp*ce moonwalk like a jackson
everything i do they try to detract from
just look at my sk!lls and see that i lack none

865… rose

young legend livin’
cobra king spittin’
no lambos, still driven
i’m on a mission
i had a vision
made a decision
i’m no magician
i’m a tactician
that means this ain’t a accident
i only speak facts and sh*t
i call out the cap i sense
i don’t care that you bent
that money you flash is lent
that crib where you crash you rent
that whip that you dash you lease
them diamonds you rep cz
no john cena, know you see me
b*tterfly on the whip, got buzz like a bee
man i feel like muhammad ali
my haters like steven hawking, can’t stand me
i just might go 30 for 30
they just might gimme a 30 for 30
purple in both hands that’s dirty on dirty
hurtful but got bands she flirty on flirty
might just keep goin’ get wordy on wordy
f*ck two fine b*tches, that’s purdy on purdy
only throw one stone, hit birdie on birdie
just gave her a taste, but she thirsty on thirsty

i wear the mask cause i don’t want the fame
you do it for clout so we not the same
f*ck the accolades and the acclaim
they got no clue i’m steady k!llin’ the game
ro in the dining room with a rope
shot up the charts and i don’t got no scope
more ice in my veins than harakiri slopes
take everything till y’all don’t even have hope

ayy… young legends… i’m the cobra king

hit stick no madden
b*tch thick, no paddin’
it’s lit no dragon
this fit so fashion
this sh*t my passion
one pic no caption
you know what’s happenin’
no comment, quit askin’
judgement not lapsin’
i’m feastin’ not fastin’
ain’t leavin’, i’m lastin’
i’m leading you the last in
i read the future you already past tense
the best that you got and i’m already past it
i’m handsome like gosling
got drip like a faucet
let that sh*t soak in like you just put the gauze in
they freak on the react, they replay and pause it
don’t ask for the recipe, i’m secret saucin’
loyalty’s all, even t’s i ain’t crossin’
my main girl she fine like a young farrah fawcett
she bad as h*ll, but she still just an option
she call me daddy, but ain’t no adoption
greatest of all time is what i’m tryna be
so the next young legends they look up to me
i feel i’ve got no time, you know what i mean
so if i woke up too early then let’s make it three
how come with all that i still feel no pressure
i stand on my talent, i’m six foot forever
if i’m in the studio, no text no call
tryna make number one on the legend roll call

- young romeo lyrics

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