Turning Me Cold
You see it's funny
It's funny cause the same things that make me who I am
Are the same things that's killing me
Haaah
The smoke from the fire
The lines from the notes
Yeah
Are taking me higher
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
Lord
P.i. Dub I'm fuckin' back
Other rappers talkin that false shit homies that's a fact
All swear they got weight, say they moving that yay
Really whip game is fake, nigga come get an eighth
Haahh
Yea, nigga I'm holding
Ain't got time to help you smoke it
I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got no time to be rollin'
I be rollin' for my hood
Eastside, Eastside
Know you heard we got that good nigga
You right, you right
Aye
Fuck what hater's talkin bout
This that one, soloed out
Only got one chance, so Im'a live it out
I'm applaud of what your saying you know nothing bout
So every G know you're fake but you talk real through that iPhone
Got headphone full of fake so that volume down whenever you flow
Got me mixing less when I bake, got me saving beat, got a silo
What you think this it ain't, what you used to know, I resold
Like Rraahhh
The smoke from the fire
The lines from the notes
Are taking me higher
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
It's funny cause the same things that make me who I am
Are the same things that's killing me
Haaah
The smoke from the fire
The lines from the notes
Yeah
Are taking me higher
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
Lord
P.i. Dub I'm fuckin' back
Other rappers talkin that false shit homies that's a fact
All swear they got weight, say they moving that yay
Really whip game is fake, nigga come get an eighth
Haahh
Yea, nigga I'm holding
Ain't got time to help you smoke it
I ain't got no time to be wasting
I ain't got no time to be rollin'
I be rollin' for my hood
Eastside, Eastside
Know you heard we got that good nigga
You right, you right
Aye
Fuck what hater's talkin bout
This that one, soloed out
Only got one chance, so Im'a live it out
I'm applaud of what your saying you know nothing bout
So every G know you're fake but you talk real through that iPhone
Got headphone full of fake so that volume down whenever you flow
Got me mixing less when I bake, got me saving beat, got a silo
What you think this it ain't, what you used to know, I resold
Like Rraahhh
The smoke from the fire
The lines from the notes
Are taking me higher
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
And turning me cold
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Writer(s): Alan Paul
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