Cold
You know I'm a lil' swaz
You know I'm a lil' wavy
Aye
It's Yung Shakur and we got the studio at home
So run that back
Yeah
Woo
For sure
Yeah
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
Time to make a change
Tryna change the game
It's a lot
Do you feel my pain
Stories stay the same
And I rock
Just like Kurt Cobain
Feel like Michael Cain
When I drop
Out the fucking the building
Cuz' I feel no pain
In my sock
Is where I keep my food
It's for me not you
You better sit
In that fucking chair
You don't really care
Bro that's a myth
Boy you better shh
Don't know why we acting
Innocent
We the baddest niggas
Nobody here messing
With my clique
Said you wanna fight
Why you acting like
A pussio
Got no fucking time
Everyday I'm in
The studio
Feel like OVO
Cuz' these hidden hills
Is where I go
And I run the show
Feel my vibe
I know you feel my flow
Grew up on my own
Daddy never came back
From the store
We was never rich
Niggas used to tell me
I was poor
Now I'm repping it
Sauce I'm stepping in
Yeah of course
Used to be a bitch
Now nobody messing with Shakur
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
Tryna be a man
Made like 50 grand
It's a joke
Do you understand
Need a helping hand
Before you choke
On this fucking dick
And the words you said you never spoke
But you fucking did
Better wash your dirty mouth with soap
Too much disrespect
When I put your girl right on her knees
Blaming triple X
Praying that his soul should Rest In Peace
Watch me rep the set
Every day you pree me on the scene
Molly Percocets
There's no sliding back like Billie Jean
There's no side effects
When you seen the things you never seen
Why you feeling chest
Nigga better raise your self esteem
You can't be the best
Don't know why you trying to be me
I've been thinking less
Only time I'm scared is in my dreams
Run in AF1's
I don't even care about the crease
Clean it when I'm home
Then I get my paycheque in a week
No we never fold
We the baddest niggas in the scene
No we never ghost
We the baddest niggas on the streets
You know I'm a lil' wavy
Aye
It's Yung Shakur and we got the studio at home
So run that back
Yeah
Woo
For sure
Yeah
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
Time to make a change
Tryna change the game
It's a lot
Do you feel my pain
Stories stay the same
And I rock
Just like Kurt Cobain
Feel like Michael Cain
When I drop
Out the fucking the building
Cuz' I feel no pain
In my sock
Is where I keep my food
It's for me not you
You better sit
In that fucking chair
You don't really care
Bro that's a myth
Boy you better shh
Don't know why we acting
Innocent
We the baddest niggas
Nobody here messing
With my clique
Said you wanna fight
Why you acting like
A pussio
Got no fucking time
Everyday I'm in
The studio
Feel like OVO
Cuz' these hidden hills
Is where I go
And I run the show
Feel my vibe
I know you feel my flow
Grew up on my own
Daddy never came back
From the store
We was never rich
Niggas used to tell me
I was poor
Now I'm repping it
Sauce I'm stepping in
Yeah of course
Used to be a bitch
Now nobody messing with Shakur
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
I'm too fucking cold
I'm too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
Oh my God
Tryna be a man
Made like 50 grand
It's a joke
Do you understand
Need a helping hand
Before you choke
On this fucking dick
And the words you said you never spoke
But you fucking did
Better wash your dirty mouth with soap
Too much disrespect
When I put your girl right on her knees
Blaming triple X
Praying that his soul should Rest In Peace
Watch me rep the set
Every day you pree me on the scene
Molly Percocets
There's no sliding back like Billie Jean
There's no side effects
When you seen the things you never seen
Why you feeling chest
Nigga better raise your self esteem
You can't be the best
Don't know why you trying to be me
I've been thinking less
Only time I'm scared is in my dreams
Run in AF1's
I don't even care about the crease
Clean it when I'm home
Then I get my paycheque in a week
No we never fold
We the baddest niggas in the scene
No we never ghost
We the baddest niggas on the streets
Credits
Writer(s): Odudu Johnson
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