THANK YOU K. DOT THANK YOU COLE by Tez The Don Lyrics

Yeah
For real

Pistols poppin, niggas droppin, I've been dodging bullets uh
Bitches plottin, coppers coppin, man the system crooked aye
From a place where you gon rap or hoop or sell some dope
All this pain how can I cope
Thank you K. Dot, thank you Cole I’ll be alright

I'll be alright I'll
I’ll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I’ll
I’ll be alright I'll
I’ll be alright

First off I ain't a rap nigga
Secondly I ain't a trap nigga
Third of all my forthcoming fifth mixtape might be the last one nigga
How the hell do they sleep on me and still ship away all the ass niggas
Fuck it might as well watch the show and when it's over shit I might clap with ya
Like congrats all you niggas
But I know God got his reasons
And I know my time gon come
I done went by a hundred seasons
Niggas filled with hate and I can’t relate
Not sorry I've been dreaming
But I'm stressed out in this demon
So I'm sliding through Compton screaming oh lord
I'm going through something with life
But pussy and patron make it feel alright
Oh yeah thats Dot shit
And every time he drop I cop shit
Man I don't give a fuck if it's pop shit
He the closest thing we gon get to Pac bitch
You can't stop shit
So man drop that shit with Cole
Cause a nigga gotta know
And if y'all got extra slots
Then a nigga got them flows
Tryna be the man when ya career end but it's hard being on ya own
In a world that never shine
I'm glowing all alone aw
Pistols poppin, niggas droppin, I've been dodging bullets uh
Bitches plottin, coppers coppin, man the system crooked aye
From a place where you gon rap or hoop or sell some dope
All this pain how can I cope
Thank you K. Dot, thank you Cole I'll be alright

I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright

Name a nigga that's as hot as me
I'm getting fed up with my humble ways and I'm tired of showing niggas modesty
Cause I'm the truth nigga honestly
And ain't another rapper toppin me
I might be pissed about some album sales but I done well nigga and undoubtedly
I'm bout to shit on everyone that doubted me
And that's the problem see that's not a prophecy
I'm heating up little bitch I'm steaming
So on any given Sunday draw me up a run play bitch I'm Willie Beamon
And if that don't work then I guess it's gunplay bitch I'm really scheming
But I'm stressed out in this demon
Sliding across the ave I'm screaming lord
Nobody's perfect aye
Nobody's perfect aye
Nobody's perfect aye
Hey but you're per-
Love yours that's Cole shit
And sometimes it hurt just to know shit
On looking for trouble he told this
Besides Hov he the closest thing to Hov bitch
You can't hold shit
My nigga drop that tape with Dot
And I bet the world will stop
And just like my head when I'm low on bread I bet it's super hot
When they ask if I care that I still ain't there I ask if the roof is high
So with blood sweat tears if you pass that lead I swear to shoot my shot aw
Pistols poppin, niggas droppin, I've been dodging bullets uh
Bitches plottin, coppers coppin, man the system crooked aye
From a place where you gon rap or hoop or sell some dope
All this pain how can I cope
Thank you K. Dot, thank you Cole I'll be alright

I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright

Be alright
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright I'll
I'll be alright