Jerome The Prince - Cole Slaw Lyrics

Yeah, it's time to get right, 2021 i'm doing it right...

Most of these rappers are so overhyped, don't do it for music they do it for likes...

That is the type of bullshit, I dislike, worked for my spot I ain't here overnight...

Talking bout futures you know mine is bright, talking bout yours that shit don't even light...

I'm out of my mind these days, work overtime these days...

These rappers got no messages in their music, they just f*cking rhyme these days...

The journey been crazy, the road has been rugged...

But no matter what man i'm causing a ruckus...

These rappers are garbage, their music like Cole Slaw, what that mean? Bro nobody want it...

I reminisce about days I was down, I was like Lord, just give me a chance...

Something i'm proud of is I never switched up, on my family or on my fans...

All that I know is work hard and advance, believe in yourself, believe in your plans...

Shit, I even said i'm the greatest alive, before I knew that I am...

But this shit the confirmation, lyrical domination...

My shorty look so damn fine, we might add to the population...

I'm just a kid from a real small town, who's known all across the nation...

And I face my fears so much, even my fears are afraid to face me, it's so amazing...

Hold up, everyone know that I'm up next, everyone know that I'm up next...

Broke boys mad, I can hear them now they upset, underdog really f*cking up checks...

Yes, yes, this is the life that I dreamed of, when I was broke fighting demons...

If Eminem is the god of this rap shit, well the second coming is speaking...

Aye, Aye, Sipping on champagne like I'm papi...

Something bout spending shit, make me cocky...

Feel no pressure like my name Bobby...

So much drip, might cause a Tsunami...

Up late night, just call me Toonami...

Kids look up to me, like MiYagi...

Rep my town and rep my posse...

Fly shit only what I embody...

Aye aye, murdering shit I do it well...

Used to sleep LaQuinta now I can't pronounce my damn hotel...

My eyes are red and I'm sky walking, like im Miguel...

Shit I had some writers block, they told me that they couldn't tell...

And I bounced back every time I fell...

If you need a hit, I got choruses and raps for sale...

I ain't a killer but if you trying to send me to hell...

I got that thing on me and I'll let it sing like Miss Adele...