It's Cold (with Dre Island)

Say she wanna fk a na wey ah killer
Thugz dem wey stack figure
Mek she get di white liver
She say low key she will fk inna Attila
But she will do any ting inna Benz or ah Bimma
Wey yuh call dat? Facts. Di bloodclaat facts.
Say no time fi re-bloodclaat-lax
Step inna di street with di bloodclaat chops
And go "Cha-cha-cha" like ah bloodclaat axe
Mi nuh leff di glocks
And mi love fi see dem
Better life fi mi mama and fi di kids dem
Big plan fi manipulate di system
Cuz him well waan buss down him two wrist dem
Papa was a Rass and granny was a Christian
But him never yet see Pastor when food shorter
Only ting him see ah marrow pon wall plaster
And couple dawg get charge fi manslaughter
Mek him heart darker

Henny round di clock, doh waan see water
Fi ah man fi dead, then badness shorter
Worse how him just get all him daughter
Him head plug inna di charger

It's cold, it's cold, it's cold
But I'm going for my goal
Jah protect my soul
Never meant to hurt nobody
But before I go
I'm going for my glory

Him box her down flat
Promise her gunshot
Bring her out and say no come back
Next man provide her comfort
Say him need her, get her, breed her
She think di love lock
Fast forward, eight years out of her life
Dat ah eight years wey she cyaa get back
One day di man just get up and jump inna him car wit ah backpack
And say him nah come back
And she haffi hold dat
Single mother with ah eight year old daughter
Never go no school, never have no father
Life tough and every day it ah get harder
Supplies getting shorter, rent, light, plus di water
Pickney hungry and ah mama she ah call for
What she gonna do? Every day ah get darker
So don't you diss her, when you see her selling on the corner

It's cold, it's cold, it's cold
But I'm going for my goal
Jah protect my soul
Never meant to hurt nobody
But before I go
I'm going for my glory



Credits
Writer(s): Garfield Delano Spence, David Adedeji Adeleke, Kimani Smith
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