Cold Street

Mmmhh yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah

All the rain pour down me
I been soakin' in these blessings
I was cold up on that street
Always knew I was gon' get it
Fold my hands and prayed for peace
For all the niggas tryna test me
Couldn't let the devil trap me
Had to make it off by all means
Had to make it off that cold street
Niggas walked right passed me
Actin' like they ain't know me
Had to make it off that cold street
Had to make it off by all means
Oohhhohh
Now I'm runnin' it up

My dawg it was cold
You wouldn't know
I was sleepin' on the floor
Was sleepin' on the pavement
Now they askin' me for favors
And I ain't gon' do it
Nigga don't talk to me if you can't pay up
Uh Uh
Cause I gotta feed the streets, my dawg
Feel like the father of the streets, my dawg
Had no father, I had to live without
Mmmmhhmmm
And upon some lonely nights
I sit back and I reminisce about 'em cold ass nights
And before, I used to cry
But I don't cry no more
Put them tears on ice, my dawg
Three angels lift me up
And their wings all white
Ohh Ohhhh
Three angels lift me up
And their wings all white
All white

All the rain pour down me
I been soakin' in these blessings
I was cold up on that street
Always knew I was gon' get it
Fold my hands and prayed for peace
For all the niggas tryna test me
Couldn't let the devil trap me
Had to make it off by all means
Had to make it off that cold street
Niggas walked right passed me
Actin' like they ain't know me
Had to make it off that cold street
Had to make it off by all means
Oohhhohh
Now I'm runnin' it up

Had to make it off that cold street
Niggas walked right passed me
Actin' like they ain't know me
Had to make it off that cold street
Had to make it off by all means
Oohhhohh
Now I'm runnin' it up
Now I'm runnin' it up



Credits
Writer(s): Damaine Johnson
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