Cold Streets

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc] You think you know me You don't really know me You ain't down with that Toof Gang you damn sure ain't my homie You ain't seen me on (?) with my stomach growling all boney In the bando with that camo cold frying up the bologna All you see is what's on me You ain't real for my story Nah I prayed to God for that way at and got shot instead so I'm holy In a pacced room with a bunch of goons so why the fucc am I lonely Why can't I trust anybody thinking everybody plotting on me Sorry Ouija off his meds again Talking to his friends again Got demons on me trying to flex again You think death will end you better let me in Got friend requests I ain't checcing them Voices playing in my cranium and as time swings that pendulum I see old hoes and think less of them (?) next catch breath again Pop til feel worth my flex again These bullet wounds these stab wounds ain't shit to the pain my head is in I had a best friend fucc my shawty while I was locked up in that cage And had my childhood taken from me so I'm never acting my age Hoe [Hook: Choirboy] You think you know me but you don't really know me (?) deep with some swishers and some gold teeth You think you know me but you don't really know me No sleep, No sleep in these Cold Streets You think you know me but you don't really know me No sheep (?) Lil Bo Peep You think you know me but you don't really know me Ten Toes never froze in these Cold Streets [Verse 2: Choirboy] My brothers brother got taking out while just hanging out Hit by a banger 14 year old stranger tryna gain some clout He got it Plus life up in that prison Crazy how my shit had changed off that one little decision I ain't grow up (?) I ain't always need a vest It was dirt roads, rodeos, Budweisers or meth Dog we all feel stressed but you fucc around that's your neck It seems like every single day I gotta fight for my respect Just a kid from the dirt out to get what he deserve (?) had to do that verse I paid my ties (?) in that church Put me in a box and it ain't gonna work Still too big for this one little Verse Know I'm looking at toof gang when we swerve (?) You bitches best stick to your story cause you don't know mine boy (?) you don't know shit about Ouija and Choirboy My feet in the flames with my fingertips up in the sky boy (?) but fucc with the clique and be ready to die boy [Hook] [Verse 3: GXLDSLVGS] My friends dead but I hear them in my mind Don't make the same mistakes you gotta get up it's time to grind Crazy Bone told me it was all for the love of money Mask on my face extended clip cause ain't shit funny Ten toes down Posted on the blocc No emotions from a king cause showing love will get you shot Fucc a nine to five this work is how I'm eating You try my squad I swear to fuccing god I'll leave you leaking I ain't afraid to die I walk with the devil daily Not a drop of hope in my eyes so please don't try to save me I'm a project baby I came up out the gutter where niggas hustle all winter so they can flex in summer Let them jewels shine so they know you working I'm a get it regardless my nigga that's for certain drag to disembowel Gold Slugs you don't know me Swag Toof, Toof Gang yeah bitch the one and only [Hook]