The Cold

Kota
Statik Selektah
Uh, yeah

Santa Monica, livin' and losing followers
Gimmicks doin' a lot for the dollars, I don't acknowledge them
Alcoholics Anonymous, livin' like hippopotamus
Fuckin' 'round with the Oculus, digital me is wildin', I'm free
God watchin', I'm gettin' hit by the breeze
I tend to stumble and slip but never fought on my knees
I'm living my life in tandem with all the shit I believe
Movin' in unison with my spirit, toward the dream

Take it to the block, always focused on the scheme
B&Es, greener weed, all the possibilities
All the soldiers on the Ave fallen, somethin' like the leaves
In between, we crack a laugh, then remember how it be
Branchin' off, 'cause really they ain't got nothin' for me
Hear a lot of people talk, but ain't sayin' what they mean
I just focus on they walk, notice if they hit the lean
If I'm missin' what they sayin', 'cause they brushing when they speak, yeah

Water in my soul, the pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go 50 on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
Where they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold

Never actin' or stuntin', I really want the action
Still authentic, I plan to get it and get to practice
If I said it, I meant it, print it, copy and fax it
Lotta people just focus on how empty they glass it
Income comin' aggressive, ironically it's passive
I play my new shit but they are still dissectin' my last shit
I'm a force, I be solo-dolo inside a habit
Shawty tryna love me, she's sad 'cause living made me callous

Came out the dungeon and then we took the palace
I'm at the function for minutes, feel like I'm movin' backwards
I'm on my legacy, put my children ahead of me
Guardin' my woman from all of the garbage that turned me savage
I'm focusin' past the physical, hear it and take it literal
Every syllable, audible, hear it and see the visual
Wrote it like, yeah, I thought it, you spittin' somethin' despicable
Flowin' shit is nautical, savin' little for interviews

Water in my soul, the pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go 50 on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
Where they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold

New year, new issues, don't ever let 'em get you
Trust enough and look at my woman, I'm wondering who sent you
Got the bag and fumbled it and woke up in a sweat pool
Niggas couldn't kill me if they killed me like I'm Deadpool
Made this shit for youngins mixin' vodka with the Red Bull
I write the future, if you was wonderin' what my pen do
Thought I'd be a loser, misguided, hungry, disheveled
I'm running shit so crazy, don't need the trophies or medals

I'm brushin' off the dust and layin' verse before it settles
Got 'em mimickin' my moves, now they call me Geppetto
I was sittin' in my room, sippin' sour, amarettos
Dropping classic after classic, stacking bangers like they LEGOs
Childish, higher learning, I ain't go to college
Couldn't read me 'cause they couldn't see me through my eyelids
I be that example how the pressure make a diamond
And the pressure make a legend, live progressive on my island, yeah

Water in my soul, the pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go 50 on my road, no one on my back
Reapin' what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
Where they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold