Jerome The Prince - Cole Slaw

Yeah, i'ma just go off
Ayy, 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 fucking rhyme these days
The journey been crazy, the road has been ruggеd
But no matter what man i’m causing a ruckus
These rappеrs 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 fucking 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 i'm miguel
Shit i had some writers block, they told me that they couldn’t tell, ayy
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
Ayy, let it sing like miss adele
Let it sing like miss adele