Cold Feelings

I want to know why these niggas hating on me
I be whipping past in a srt homie
Back when I was broke you left me by my lonely
You got a little money started acting phony
New bitch on my side
That's another trophy
Balling so dam hard so they call me Kobe
Thankful for my critics
Imma kill 'em slowly
Thankful for the Lord he done made me holy
Aye
Everyday I'm in Chicago
Where a youngin might not see tomorrow
A lot of real niggas feel them hollows
I know them real niggas feel my sorrow
Pour a cup of dirty I ain't sipping Marlboro
I be painting pictures but I ain't Picasso
When you lose yo homie that be hard to swallow
Niggas killing kids
Watch out who you follow

I remember I was down bad smoking with my homies
While I was watching all them other niggas slang sum
Then it went from selling KDs on the block
Till niggas pulled up on them taking all they rocks
And tried to bang sum
But that ain't change nun
And 12 be racist in these streets
They putting niggas in these cuffs
And tryna flame sum
That's when the blame coming
They say he ain't cooperating cus he got up in that jam
And he ain't saying nun

It's 2020 ain't nobody tryna make a lane
Niggas homebodies they ain't never feel my pain
What I'm really living for
It's not enough to gain
I know some niggas who done drowned up off that purple rain
I know some niggas who ain't never got to leave the state
I know some niggas who ain't never really left they gate
Filled with hate and depression gotta wake and bake
That nigga that you love the most done turned into a snake
You gotta watch for all that venom in the hand you shake
And got to look over your shoulder for them hearts you break
Cus what's at stake when these fuck niggas get it bussing
It could be your cousin
Nigga still gon sell you out for nothing
Man that shit disgusting
How you say you blitz when you ain't rushing
So it's no discussion
I don't like to talk cus niggas bluffing
I ain't with the fussing
OG used to beat my ass for cussing
When my name get buzzing
She gon still remain the one I'm trusting

I got bad bitches tryna fuck wit me just cus I'm amusing
Niggas claiming they my brother
Don't support what I'm doing
Swear I can't win for losing
Feels like when you in your glory everybody be choosing
But they quick to switch up on you
When you done with producing
Seen some niggas turn to zombies
All the drugs they abusing
Seems like one they get they first fix
It's hard to refuse it
I'm just rapping from the heart
Just cus this shit therapeutic
I been peeping so much shit
I gotta tell in this music
Nigga tried to run up on me wish that I could subdue him
Take him out with two shots
Two glocks they congruent
Day I heard that Juice died
Dam near cried like I knew him
How we lose him to them percocets
Before my boy could get him a grammy
Pray that I could live it up for him, my gang, and my family
Take my brothers to Miami, riding phantoms no Danny
Got some haters tryna fan me, but I'm packing like Manny
Yea Yea