[Verse One]:
This is
Charlie Ross, the sound of the future
Hardcore orchestration, mind body and soul
Let your Ipod journey through my highs and lows
Keep it stripped down, expose all the blood and bones
They wanna shine
They ain't stressin' skills for jack
Get your doe (word)
But you ain't gotta front like that
Everybody in the game claimin' pimp and mack
But the real mack is the one that wrote up your contract
I'm on a mission, grabbin' cash with both hands in fact
My decision with the cash is to invest and stack
Do what they do, to avoid the tax
But for now, I'm gettin' down with phenomenal tracks
C. Ross, classic flow
The grass that grow ain't greener on the other side
Pump ya breaks
Rock joint after joint, not whatever it takes to get the doe
We expose them fakes so catch on
[Verse Two]:
Homie please believe, I got some bangers on my hard drive that need to breathe
I seen your studio feeds
Psst
Dawg please, bang straight out my crib and I can keep my g's
So now I shit where I rest at
It's all the same you still snappin' your neck back
So while you play the pawn like a chess match
We can all agree that frontin' on us was a minor set back
It's a cold world nigga
Get your goose and Tims on
You puttin' your rims on I'm puttin' my mens on
A lost cause talkin' to Ross, I'm bullheaded
When it comes to the culture, wack niggas get deaded
For real
Got the mind of a general that
Want peace but he can't get it till he attack
The clocks tickin'
We're thick in the game, a cold war
Singin' hold on
But what we gonna hold on for?
C'mon
This is
Charlie Ross, the sound of the future
Hardcore orchestration, mind body and soul
Let your Ipod journey through my highs and lows
Keep it stripped down, expose all the blood and bones
They wanna shine
They ain't stressin' skills for jack
Get your doe (word)
But you ain't gotta front like that
Everybody in the game claimin' pimp and mack
But the real mack is the one that wrote up your contract
I'm on a mission, grabbin' cash with both hands in fact
My decision with the cash is to invest and stack
Do what they do, to avoid the tax
But for now, I'm gettin' down with phenomenal tracks
C. Ross, classic flow
The grass that grow ain't greener on the other side
Pump ya breaks
Rock joint after joint, not whatever it takes to get the doe
We expose them fakes so catch on
[Verse Two]:
Homie please believe, I got some bangers on my hard drive that need to breathe
I seen your studio feeds
Psst
Dawg please, bang straight out my crib and I can keep my g's
So now I shit where I rest at
It's all the same you still snappin' your neck back
So while you play the pawn like a chess match
We can all agree that frontin' on us was a minor set back
It's a cold world nigga
Get your goose and Tims on
You puttin' your rims on I'm puttin' my mens on
A lost cause talkin' to Ross, I'm bullheaded
When it comes to the culture, wack niggas get deaded
For real
Got the mind of a general that
Want peace but he can't get it till he attack
The clocks tickin'
We're thick in the game, a cold war
Singin' hold on
But what we gonna hold on for?
C'mon
( Charlie Ross )
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