Soul Cold
I only know bout what I stand for
Gotta be patient man I'm just too much to handle
Best day of my life is when they let my mans go
Worst day of my life I had to let my mans go
The shit you lil niggas doing no you ain't famo
Oh I can't wait to flex on em yea with that lambo
Dolce gabbana, I remember wearing sandals
I'm out apartments I ain't never had a Bando
Oh and my blicky i can't go no where it can't go
With me
It's the land of the free but the police keep fucking wit me
Wanna know how I'm living so luxuriously
Left a check for my daughter if they catch up with me
You know that shit just make my soul cold
Aye on my mama can't fuck you niggas no more
You keep yo bitch I can't get caught up in no scandal
300 Blackout bitch I'm going out like rambo
Hey that's on you if you think you would get dismantled
I can't fuck wit you niggas no more
You know some shit just make my soul cold
I can't fuck wit you niggas no more
Awww, awww, aw aw
They murked my cousin on that block I can't get over that
We survived off of wics
But I ain't talking Kodak
I come from a place they step on you like a doormat
And you gone come up out them pockets I hope you know that
Gotta be patient man I'm just too much to handle
Best day of my life is when they let my mans go
Worst day of my life I had to let my mans go
The shit you lil niggas doing no you ain't famo
Oh I can't wait to flex on em yea with that lambo
Dolce gabbana, I remember wearing sandals
I'm out apartments I ain't never had a Bando
Oh and my blicky i can't go no where it can't go
With me
It's the land of the free but the police keep fucking wit me
Wanna know how I'm living so luxuriously
Left a check for my daughter if they catch up with me
You know that shit just make my soul cold
Aye on my mama can't fuck you niggas no more
You keep yo bitch I can't get caught up in no scandal
300 Blackout bitch I'm going out like rambo
Hey that's on you if you think you would get dismantled
I can't fuck wit you niggas no more
You know some shit just make my soul cold
I can't fuck wit you niggas no more
Awww, awww, aw aw
They murked my cousin on that block I can't get over that
We survived off of wics
But I ain't talking Kodak
I come from a place they step on you like a doormat
And you gone come up out them pockets I hope you know that
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Writer(s): Christopher Smalls
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