Lyrics

[Intro: Cold 187um] Yeah! I don't really fuck with snitches, man They like dog shit on the bottom of my gators, man What the fuck I'm gonna do with that? Absolutely nothing That's why it's only God I trust Yeah! Woo! This is real shit, man Listen, line's up [Verse 1: Cold 187um] I done ??? life I done stared in the eyes of the beast Thinking how the fuck they indicted me But loose lips ain't chips Translating niggas quick to run they mouths like a bitch Doing a whole lot of pill talking Thinking with they small head, using no precaution Yeah, it happens more than often All I can do is pray for they mama when she pick out they coffin I took the 41 months to the facе And all the time and the pеople I lost can never be replaced The other fool took a dirt nap Bottom line, niggas in the D never tolerate rats See, that's the nature of the business I mean Only a few can relate, understand, or comprehend Cause it's real as fuck And you don't get to live after the director yell cut [Hook: Kokane] In God we trust Break down that brick I'm real quick in doing these In God we trust But the life I live can't get you care for that cheese In God we trust So when I have a cookie, move on up to them keys In God we trust I'm just a hustler, and it's really not what it seems to be [Verse 2: Cold 187um] I done lived like a savage most of my life Sold coke and weed, ran with pimps and thieves Some say it's a badge of honor When I look back I was blind like Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder Went and roamed, do what the Romans do Rape, pillage, and kill Sip syrup and pop pills Meditate the kids, disrespect the old Assassinate the truth that the ancestors told Now we back in the hood of the new good Crabs in the barrel, stirring down the barrel And the police don't give a fuck still They'll hit you with some hot ones and cover up the whole ordeal Ha, that's why I think like a psychopathic And usually the outcome is tragic How else can I live through the madness? Barbaric, living like a savage [Hook: Kokane] [Verse 3: Cold 187um] I done spent most of my life trying to figure it out Graduated high school straight to the dope house From the era where hope was a crutch Dreams of being small-faced and Levi's and FILA's Catching felonies like the coming cold And 80% of the hustlers followed the code Big money make the honey stay in order Mass artillery, enemies get slaughtered Pulling up at something European Draped out with a bad bitch looking black and Asian Never had the right persuasion to get out the situation Niggas so thick you can smell the hatred Yeah, and keep a hustler motivated Keep a prayer Trump-type rocking Gucci's and Gators Yeah, a little bit from the old and the new I thought y'all motherfuckers knew [Hook: Kokane]