Outro
I was chillin in them parks
They was shooting after dark
I was ducking from the narcs
In the streets I played my part
Cold heart from the start
Yeah Yeah
Cold heart from the start
And I ain't really with the cappin in the rapping
Young nigga from Clarkson
So you know that we be trappin
Whole lot of action
Want a movie, gun clappin
You want a movie, guns clappin
Viral
Jumped up in the V then I recline it
I'm smoking on the dope
This shit designer
DA want me moving crazy
Niggas shooting like the 80s
Even shootin little babies
Man this shit be so crazy
But they sayin that the lives matter
But they sayin that the lives matter
But do it, but do it
I gotta go
Just pray the lord that I pursue it
Living in the moment
I'm never gon fold
Never gon freeze
That time it keep going
I don't want to call to keep that tommy goin
& being honest
I got compadres that's ridin on it
Besides the moment
Ya really know that the time he's on
Stack your chips
Live with your mrs.
Official, whistle on em'
Got it out the mud and gristle homie
What's the issue homie
I aint into reading magazines
But got issues on it
It's really all the same
Just feel far apart
My only care is the lane
Not the foreign car
& when it rain, it storms
Yeah the roof is on
Booth is home
Everything is bars
This a warm up homie
They was shooting after dark
I was ducking from the narcs
In the streets I played my part
Cold heart from the start
Yeah Yeah
Cold heart from the start
And I ain't really with the cappin in the rapping
Young nigga from Clarkson
So you know that we be trappin
Whole lot of action
Want a movie, gun clappin
You want a movie, guns clappin
Viral
Jumped up in the V then I recline it
I'm smoking on the dope
This shit designer
DA want me moving crazy
Niggas shooting like the 80s
Even shootin little babies
Man this shit be so crazy
But they sayin that the lives matter
But they sayin that the lives matter
But do it, but do it
I gotta go
Just pray the lord that I pursue it
Living in the moment
I'm never gon fold
Never gon freeze
That time it keep going
I don't want to call to keep that tommy goin
& being honest
I got compadres that's ridin on it
Besides the moment
Ya really know that the time he's on
Stack your chips
Live with your mrs.
Official, whistle on em'
Got it out the mud and gristle homie
What's the issue homie
I aint into reading magazines
But got issues on it
It's really all the same
Just feel far apart
My only care is the lane
Not the foreign car
& when it rain, it storms
Yeah the roof is on
Booth is home
Everything is bars
This a warm up homie
Credits
Writer(s): Tajh Moyse
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.