The Cold Room - S1-E10

Lyrics

[Part 1: Produced by WildBoyAce & Sebz Beats] [Intro] (You know WildBoyAce made it) (Sebz Beats, baby) (Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold) [Verse] I remember the one time So low, didn't have no dough No food at lunch time Good yutes back then, who would've thought we be duckin' from one time? All it takes is one time No laptop, mans online I love when the bread come on time When I leave my drum I make sure the door got locked right I ain't one of these lost guys If you say that you got yours then I got mine Time don't stop, more time I ain't even got time All of this grub not consign 'member that one time, had me a nine and a nine-nine, nine came through cause I got time Anytime gang come to the rave cc combined it's a long nite If you see me with three YG's atleast one of them boys there got a long knife Cah' them boy got beef and it's on-sight Man won't do it on quad-bike Do it in a blacked out ding-dong Damn this stick long Crawl in your strip with fog light Man don't sing song Man chat got mans been on But we don't flash stay incog Tryna be big boss but you ain't bringin' in none of your guys, man I find all that shit odd This is not improv, everythin' I say I think of Actions speaks and my mouth stays zipped off Get man pissed off, young boy get opp pissed on, RIP have you RIP'd on Rambo rip flesh all cause you want try impress, take a [?sin-glade] to a string vest Man can't impress, if you're bankroll don't invest, lost but came with the intrest Gyal' show intrest cah' the Insta's got a blue tick, gyal want dick in between breasts Still push weight like bench press, for the longest time been up next [Bridge] Double up, boy, boy, double up, no fuckin' up Lil boy, turn hustler, gotta run it up Heart cold, no lovin' us, no one on ones Get touched, touch one of us, want burner, original, that's what I want MMO C Stat bread 'til the Summer come, blow stacks till we come back, blow another one [Part 2: Produced by StrangeDreamz] [Intro] (StrangeDreamz made this one) (Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold) My life´s like a movie This ain´t no trailer bitch I got packets