Yeah, long live your idols May they never be your rivals

Pac and Cole are the GOATS, they something like Michael

Now what you′re 'bout to hear′s a tale of glory and sinNate Butler my mentor now let the story begin

I grew up on 90's music always listened to Pac

Pops playing Prince and Michael and other legends with heart

Hip hop was in my DNA, wanted to go to NBA

And give people buckets like Warren Buffet's economy

But that didn′t work out in my life

So now I write these lines I can give your top(head) 10 like a highlight

Was, quote unquote living the high life

On tour with Tedashii and Lecrae, a platform to shine my light

But, personal life had started giving me the blues

And it was God, family and Cole that really got me through

Not a blunt not a brew, or brown liquor too

Just, gimme that truth and Cole′s music will do

Got insurance on the car but cancel auto withdraw

No green in the pockets but with the pencil I draw

Viable art, to get collectors off of my draws

Be careful with ya hand When I got a King on my card

And Make Cole Proud

Damn

I gotta really infiltrate the game and make Cole proud

And this is God's plan you could never understand fuck it

Long live your idols May they never be your rivals

Pac and Cole are the GOATS, they something like Michael

Now what you′re 'bout to hear is a tale of glory and sin

Nate Butler my mentor now let the story begin

I′m representing for the seat where Rosa Parks sat

Where Malcom X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped

So if we go let the trumpets blow

Life's foul like free throws nigga

Slave to the game? I′ll snatch ya chain like Deebo nigga

We got freedom over borders, crack and pills slang over corners

The homeless wanting quarters, shelter (Cole's studio in NC), and water

I'll stay connected when I grip the pen

Billy Jean, bringing light again and glory to Who cleansed my sin

Now we in, 2019 and this rap game aint the same

1985 made it plain

So now it′s mister madness, master slain the masses

Snapping with my faction these wack rappers collapsing

Blasts jabs like Zab, into ya spine causing paralysis

The baggage got the package blood splattering

Semi automatics numbers in caskets do the mathematics

Got they head nodding like they Cassius

Knowing they asking, how did he manage?

With all the cards against him he use em to his advantage

Nothing handed to me in triple D, but yo the truth is

Been broke my whole life but can′t deposit excuses

They know i'm on my way, it′s not hard to recognize

They ask how, the eyes chico, they never lie

Whatcha know bout these real niggaz, they never die

God took this black boy and made him fly so fly

And make Cole proud, damn

When i pop do this thing for hip hop

And make Cole proud

I give props to the legends when looking up to the heavens, fuck it

Long live your idols May they never be your rivals

Pac and Cole are the GOATS, they something like Michael

Now what you're ′bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin

Nate Butler my mentor now let the story begin

Yep, this what i tell em

Give people their flowers while they can still smell em

Hmmmm yeah you ain′t let Nas down

I'm up and comin in the game to make Cole proud