Still Cold / Pathway Private

Lyrics

[Part I: Still Cold] [Intro] Yo, you already know, guys, 613 We reppin' it still Yo, me and Lovell, we go way back in time, szeen? Yo, you already know I took the 96, we do it all day Ball is life from time Yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Still checkin' at the place, still cold Movin' in a way, no place, no snow Straight chillin' with my niggas that shiver Thinkin' 'bout the sun, lay thoughts on the river Move back, nigga, move back, nigga Fake Jordan-ass, whack-ass bitch nigga I come packed with eleven damn shots I claim this city and I take your spot Stay thinkin' 'bout a white one Thinkin' 'bout a bright Sun That I changed straight from the dark shit No, take when I'm playin' with the black gun, nigga You ain't never been a god since the last run No stats in a place that show A lot of niggas tell me that I never really owe Track, track to the place back, back, nigga Tell me that I'm like a nigga but my flow sicker (Flow sicker, flow sicker) [Bridge] Callin', callin' Callin', I'm callin' Callin', callin' Callin', shit, yeah [Verse 2] Dressed like a motherfuckin' god when I reach the spot (Shit!) Niggas always tell me that I made it from the empty slot (Shit!) Change ways, niggas, no truth, no plot Fuck a white brand, no top, no spot Chase all day till the darts in the back But my niggas fuck bitches in the back of the cab Claim riches but a nigga been whack Never talk, boy, with your fake ass stack Cash, cash, talkin' 'bout cash, cash, nigga When I throw that shade, catch, catch, nigga Last time when I talked to a man Well, shit, run quick, slash, slash for the neck, nigga Know I gotta make it out the cold for the best show Please don't try, never show my pack Bitch, don't cry, just move that tech That's trash, thought I'd never really say this Caught my music on my ex-bitch playlist Bitches say, "613, that's the greatest" But I never see no niggas ever famous Facts, boy, black boy, trash boy, trash boy Ten fake Bape hoodies face ass boy Know I tell these niggas that I never do shit But my thoughts never sick So I'm never not slick, nigga, nigga Watch me leave this place you stay Think about the fault you made Change the fuckin' shit you say I may be back another day (Day, day, day) [Part II: Pathway Private] [Verse] From the Northside You started some, like, some cold shit And we run it Like, no more of that game stuff, like I'm done with that