Cold

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Young and puttin' work in, hear it in my verses Shuttin' down the circus, clowns just seein' curtains Niggas lack so much of skill, it got these labels hurtin' Way they puttin' scrubs unto work, you would think that they was [?] (Go) Dudes ain't doin' nada (Nah) Dudes ain't doin' nada Don't do shots, I don't divide, I treat your rasta like Pearl Harbor Got the whole burrow in the zone with me, whole damn city in the zone with me Feelin' like Chris while the soul with me Take 'em out of commission with no Diddy All about the Benjis, ain't nothin' else but the moolah I'm gettin' it any way, you get in my way, I will move you Brag, boast, and flex every (Line) Can't name another nigga that's cooler I'm so ahead of my time I could probably reminisce 'bout my future Growin' up, all I did was rap Thoughts was loud Niggas and women, they all were clowns Make sure everyone that passed on us is now lookin' up when it all falls down Honestly, possibly Had to sit down, lock and key No longer called the underdog unless your bitch on top of me (Ahh) Savage, y'all became so cabbage Hypnotized, I'm big enough to speed and flock through y'all ain't backwards So it's mark, ready, set it, go Put on those who neglected? No Wanna get in now but the house is built But I'm outside of it, need a symbol, go [Chorus] Cold, cold, cold, cold Cold, cold (Been boolin' enough so I never get enough by), cold, cold Cold, cold, cold, cold Cold, cold (Been boolin' enough so I never get enough by), cold, cold [Verse 2] It's like I'm carryin' garbage It's like I don't know the difference 'tween rappers and artists If I'ma get it, then know I'ma stack it regardless Doin' what I do out here Comin' from the city where they beg a woo out here Comin' from the city where they say it's bruised out here Got so many plaques, they got blues out here Show and prove in all that I'm doin' The beat the same reason why dudes is salutin' Be the same reason why everyone's doin' the same thing as me, they don't wanna be losin' If you make music, then make it, my nigga Don't be like them losers that's makin' excuses While you be talkin' 'bout all of your problems, you could be makin' up all the solutions So what is you doin'? Servin' the rulin' You the recruiter, you do the recruitin' Know you became the dude movin' the movin' When niggas you hate with the dudes you recruit with So you gotta watch this, write it Get it? Got it Me and my niggas be settled first 'Til then, we ride with the metal squirts [?] livin' Hell on Earth With gangsters, hustlers Wangstas, busters Snitches, pimpers Got no time for the second job From the critics, bloggers Bitches, promise Legends, has beens 'Cause this ain't rhymes, nigga, this my [?] (Ahh) What you expect to do when you get to school? Did the [?] at your relative And it left them stiff as a vegetable? Put on for your fam and break that cycle with that shit you know Did it myself, ain't shit I owe Ain't nothin' to where nigga been is go [Chorus] Cold, cold, cold, cold Cold, cold (Been boolin' enough so I never get enough by), cold, cold Cold, cold, cold, cold Cold, cold (Been boolin' enough so I never get enough by), cold, cold [Outro] Cold Cold