The Cold Room - S2-E1, Pt.2

Lyrics

[Intro] Elevate, this mix sounds mad Nico-niss, I didn't even know Senseii Aye, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold JB on the beat [Chorus] From a young age, my batch's been with it All of us wise and violent, vicious It's been a long five year ridin' spree Why you think my CV's got numerous chingings? I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, that's minimum I'm innocent, but they know who did it There ain't an opp district that I ain't stepped on Tryna ching it or rip it, rip it [Verse 1] If I said it, its facts You can check my stats When I talk 'bout rides, I been workin' most Every time they ran, that I saw that hang When we jump-out-gang, tryna earth his boat He had half his heart when he backed his ramz 3 Mindi's up, insert and blow When I'm ridin' out, that's a certain bro Young days, called a cab from my personal phone I pattern that dings, or I rev that ped Like, fuck the MET, circle on soc He had too much chat, got put in his hat When the 9-double-M bells burst his skull Bro's billin' up Rose, got put in a pack So I told darger "Yo, burn the smoke" Bro's billin' up Shak, got put in a pack So I told darger "Yo, burn the smoke" [Chorus] From a young age, my batch's been with it All of us wise and violent, vicious It's been a long five year ridin' spree Why you think my CV's got numerous chingings? I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, that's minimum I'm innocent, but they know who did it There ain't an opp district that I ain't stepped on Tryna ching it or rip it, rip it [Verse 2] If you've been where I've walked, you've seen what I saw Then of course, my broski, get my drift I can talk that talk 'cah I walk that walk I really got more than ten on my ching (That's right) I can add four, I love my sword I'm talkin' opps that bled from my ting (Hold that) At your own risk if you sell on the strip No warnin' signs when you step on the Lix Bare man soon home from birds, no pigeon (Free da guys) But we done way more, rallies never did shit Free my whole batch, I miss my dargs Soon back to the rides and runnin' up digits Mo Salah with the excellent finish Critical condition, shoulda been in my diggy They ain't a vio like gang ain't riz him More time it'll tine you, 1-2's visit [Chorus] From a young age, my batch's been with it All of us wise and violent, vicious It's been a long five year ridin' spree Why you think my CV's got numerous chingings? I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, that's minimum I'm innocent, but they know who did it There ain't an opp district that I ain't stepped on Tryna ching it or rip it, rip it [Verse 3] When this beef gets fryin', they ain't ridin' If I'm lyin', I'm dyin' Me and S G-checkin' a yute with our knifes out Until we bucked jakes, foot chase from the sirens Gotta find the local spot for the knifes Now back to the hood, thank god and we sign out Done too much, had to give it a break Maximum 10 days then its back to the ride out When this beef gets fryin', they ain't ridin' It's always us, tryna turn man's lights out We're billin' that pack and we're billin' that pack And they both got billed in the same 24 hours Rely on Allah in all that I do Fuck all of your money, respect, and power Rely on Allah in all that I do Fuck all of your money, respect, and power [Outro] Nico-niss, I didn't even know Senseii