The Cold Room - S1-E2

Lyrics

[Intro] Yes, yes Shout out Tweeko one for gettin' me in this one (Ayy, I swear Stewszy made this) (CW, what's the move, man?) I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, unless I am rockin' CDG We've been out here since '017 And done more shit than the man's OGs Anythin' green get bun, and I ain't talkin' 'bout 3x3 They need to let my bro Rowdy free (Aye, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold) He must thought that he could tram-flip B [Verse 1] Soon as I came out I copped me a Beamer, and also a heater I'm rollin' 'round on Tollgate Road with two tings in the car Like my name is Peter, free Peter Came a long way from puttin' smokes inside of the coupe You best move cautious around us Or your car could end up on— My bro's in a traffic queue on his way to the 7, in a black coupe 7 Say that your bro's got you 'till the end But when the doors popped, they're the first one pedalin' Most of my guys are locked up now Because of them man just can't stop tellin' And it's embarrassin' 'cah they the ones that some gyals are weddin' [Chorus] I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, unless I am rockin' CDG We've been out here since '017 And done more shit than the man's OGs Anythin' green get bun, and I ain't talkin' 'bout 3x3 They need to let my bro Rowdy free He must thought that he could tram-flip B Straight ACG in my section, and that's how it's always gon' be I'm missin' like most of my family tree How the fuck could I be happy? Free S, free H, free Dizz, free Active, free Ice and Rambzi Free Trizz, free LK, free Striker, and also free Tiny [Verse 2] I can't rate some man out here 'Cah they out here neglectin' their kid Instead of buyin' their BM a proper car I could just splash it on drip Priorities straight in a twist No way can I be that nig' Remember, you signed up for this So don't get shot when your friend gets hit Like, I beg let us pray For the guys that have been brainwashed by my opps And think that they are OJ Once again, I am on a track Tryna separate the real from the fake 'Cah I don't know why guys rate the other side of the motorway Lemme take it back to the time When we were on the block like everyday Bunch of young boys just doin' up shootins' At the cage nothin' like NBA G, you put me in a vid' Tryna tell me 'bout some dumb arse case Not ever gon' say, you know, I got hit with the NFA Bro bucked him in a four-door Astra, turn it to a coupe My nigga shot him so fuckin' hard To the point that their engine blew I still got CJ in my zoot, and a bit of *** there too And also the other few, look, listen I'm on the opp block in a Uniqlo I guess you could call that glampin' You think I got time to be lurkin'? I get the drop, then I go 'round there bangin' I'm in Silvertown with the cannon I'ma might have to go to the town through Cannin' If I spot some, I'm expectin' it back I ain't tryna hear that it's vanished [Chorus] I don't wear my heart on my sleeve, unless I am rockin' CDG We've been out here since '017 And done more shit than the man's OGs Anythin' green get bun, and I ain't talkin' 'bout 3x3 They need to let my bro Rowdy free He must thought that he could tram-flip B Straight ACG in my section, and that's how it's always gon' be I'm missin' like most of my family tree How the fuck could I be happy? Free S, free H, free Dizz, free Active, free Ice and Rambzi Free Trizz, free LK, free Striker, and also free Tiny