The Cold Room - S2-E3

Lyrics

[Intro] Elevate, this mix sounds mad X10 Rah Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo-Jokxh Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold Look [Verse] I step foot in the T, heard Peaches ask for a light No use if I bring him a lamp (No use) Normal procedure, far from a eediat A yute's in the toilet tryna un-bank (Come here) Since out as a day, I'm rentin' the room If the neighbors ask, I'm a tenant (Mind your business) My young boy knows that he can't come under Nine out of ten, I'll cheff him (Or less) This bin bag ain't carryin' rubbish Clear by the smell, it's bud that's gettin' transported Cover my face when I'm buyin' a voucher (Why?) Can't link me when gettin' recordings (Ok) Switch up the Ray G, put on a buzzer 'Cah first when I'm good in the mornin' So you ain't ever been OT from the pigs? I'll still take a pic' for a school kid Fans keep tellin' me "Yo, you should rap" Or a Gina tryna give my numbers (On god) I swear on my life, I'll die if I cap I been wettin' guys, first try with the cutters (I'll cut) With the blade, he's shaky, it ain't no maybe No, he can't ride along (Rollin') Band-Band-Band-Bands got nicked with the wap And the front had attachments, tightened on I got bro that's whether he's right or wrong (On god) But of course them yutes, they was raised up different The way his sham denied his involvement The card that he played is there, just siblings Can't condone that? Yeah, safe But what can I say? We're just different (Yeah) I heard brodie done bored up **** Again I laugh 'cah it's what I predicted (On my life) Not once in my life, red Volvo, you bumped your head, 'nough basic livin' Any jail I step at and crash I done that from a young age, I'm bitten (No asks) Nowadays, you can catch me on the weekday in tapes Some basic bitches You'll probably say you hit it That's a young boy tale, always say I didn't Italian stamp on the steerin' wheel Got shawty in the back tryna act a fool Blood red seats in the doubler truck Now, the stars in the roof, I'm a astronaut Lookin' at bro like this rap might work We come a long way from the astro-turf My young boys wan' mash that work Keep askin' me how the Astra work Tell bro "Spin round, who you capture first?" Bring the spins out, let the mash go burn Buss one, make all of them fly like birds I know you ain't dumb, put your nank and work I don't think that he'll run back, he's doin' the jerk They know that we done that, jump out the 9X Tryna put man on the road to church The vibes on us get burst