Cole Ross - OD (feat. Pres.) Lyrics

This is just my stream of conscience
I would shout for reparations way before Barack in Congress
In the house like legislation, bring the ruckus to your caucus
Like the Rucker, balling, like I'm Zuckerberg, oh Cole you lost us
This is just my stream of conscience, the train of thought is Acela
Excelling like Microsoft, I'm Michael Scott up in this office
That's word of God, I'm a prophet, bo profits, I ain't a seller
I'm streaming, thoughts and it's lossless, to hell with demons, I'm off it. Yeah yeah
I just need someone to hold me close
I'm kingpen, but that throne, nobody overthrows
I'm on another level no one knows
My head anointed with oil, I'm royal, my cup, it overflows
That's word to father, son, and holy ghost
This life's a trip and I'm just praying I don't overdose
I be over most, shouts to hova tho
If you hanging with the boy, you gotta know the ropes ay
Nah this really ain't a game, I control the thrones
Life's a box chocolates, Forrest Gump with Toblerones
I can hold my own, real to the chromosomes
Appeal like an apple way before I had a mobile phone
And I'm eeling from the battle like a soldier home
But I ain't have to hold the chrome, I'm dealing with these overtones
Uh, rom Fox News, they got my skin distorted
They dig at all us, lit they torches, and they picket Charlottes-
Ville, back in August, killed a woman, called us nigger, fought us, but
This gifted artist gonna find a way to live regardless
See I write like satellite flights through different orbits
Cuz Jigga taught us how to run game like Clinton Portis
No fickle forces ain't getting caught in a pickle for this
No Rick and Morty, We forcing rappers to rigamortus
Like I'm Kendrick, Lemar, I'm a menace, tomorrow
Former apprentice, the bar, I transcend it
I'm far, from your regular degular, normal vernacular, brother
I'm sorta spectacular, ready for show business, cuz how I start is how Cole finish
What you know about code switching, I'm a young boy with some old wisdom
I be far from home like the young lion, gotta act the part like Nicole Kidman, yeah
So why young Cole winning, I never sold my soul
Cuz I ain't tryna live in vain just to overdose

Woo yeah, uh, uh
Let's be specific, run thangs like Gump
From Atlantic to Pacific can't overstate the provisions
They wishing that they could compensate, for the differences
But can't equate like black to white in this broken state
I'm over oceans, making confidential motions
To get tax bracketed up, like mid-major March Madness
Players against favorites, I'm just saying
I'm in this like Deshaun Watson playing Nick Saban
And I'm on beat breaks, till I make bank, and I make banks with these sound waves
Flood it out, they don't what to think when you black and proud
Say it too loud they might gun you down
But these words still spoken by the dopest of poets
Sonic opiates to open the mind's eyes
So though they might try, we still hip to hidden motives
And the words I've yet to write it like some hidden oceans
Every drop matters, word to Yoko, Cole got the beat
Jumping like pogo, smoking like
What I'm hiding from the popo, for sho though
Going loco til I'm globally noticed and those approaching
Looking at me overhead like a second son glowing
Me and Cole back at it, two for two with the bat
They overdose off that audio, cook the track like crack
Distribution on overload, above basic like overtones
Put my all in this instrumental, if you bought it, I sold my soul
And it's SoHHL, I won't forget where I'm from
Your eardrum, just a target at the end of a gun, blaow

Uh, going OD, but never give up
I'm an OG, never did bluff, I be Toby, cuz the whip tough
Christmas Tree, it's lit yup, in the cut, no nip tuck
I ain't trip, I slipped up, but I'm Aunt Viv with the switch up, yeah
I just wanna be, All up in them banks, no Hillary
Swanky like it's Ashley, Uncle Phil, and me
Will it be, satisfactory, when they're feeling me
Never thought that I would see some play from these soliloquies
And these haters never thought they'd see the trilogy
I'm shooting for the stars, like I'm NASA with artillery
I'm Nasty with ability, the realest on mic
For making musics that the college students and the purist movement
Gon feel this alike, you feel what write, right, yeah
From the Trayvon to infinity
Cooked up Memoirs and kingpen for the trinity
Hah, that's word to father, son, and Holy Ghost
This life's a trip and I'm just praying I don't overdose, Cole