The Cold Room - S1-E9

Lyrics

[Intro] (Zenith) (Sebz Beats, baby) (Elevate, this mix sounds mad) (Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold) [Verse: S13] You don't know how a dead man looks Two bells get put in the whoosh or a hole in one like Tiger Woods Scary sight when we slide in hoods Don't care about age or number, flex with them get put in a wood Thank Allah every day for my freedom anytime man gotta cut through the hood Cut my nails, burn my boogs Crash the dotts off broad day bait, now I'm miles away and I'm choppin' dinners He ain't do no shit for me so I burnt his bridge like we burnt these dingers Sweet one said I smile too much, she don't know the real reason I'm grinnin' Spot him, got him, that's good riddance Holdin' the .12 with ease If you can't handle the side-by-side, you can't even chat to my younger g's I put stainless steel in guts and it's two hands firm when I'm aimin' the heat Scotland Yard keep takin' my team so you know every time it's free CB, and every time it's free TT Just seen another opp boy in a vid, like, how you gonna rap with the driest blade, and you ain't blazed no skin? Nah Akh, all jokes aside, big man ting, you're takin' the piss I ain't even got started on the guy that you say, "Long Live" He's in a ditch, go to the grave, he's pissed Take his name out your Insta' bio and go to the job centre you prick 'Cah this ain't the life you want, studio time just got to the kid Cause price when it comes to business, on my bro, could never make drinks On sight any time man see them, couldn't give a toss in front of the CIDs Squeeze first, splash faster Why you think that I scream "SF"? Free Sluggy, with a brucky, gunner on the wing like his name is Pires I love a verbal, that's correct But I don't do this for the net Got the drop, on his barbers The next thing my man got cheffed How's my name gettin' put in tunes? I really don't understand Years ago, I did get bored Then three bodies froze, when I wonderland Just got bail for a M and breached, got knicked, 'cah suttin' else got splashed Me and CB kicked back, used to laugh and think about how Kojo Funds did the dash Solicitor tellin' me to lie low My mum thinks she gave birth to a psycho I'd think that we worked for the council the way we turned Freema' Road to a lido Nuff man got put on the knife though, more than a few got fill up with bine though Don't slip with a bitch or just for a drink, that's a one way trip to the sky homes You're a bitch, you know, I know Bruck the back, snatch a soul Could be archin', could be blastin' Either way, gotta go Niggas know, 'bout I Swing my knife, bang my pole Niggas know Gotta go Bang