Cold
Nights get cold
Shit, my city cold
Shit, my heart turned cold
City cold, walking through the snow to get to studio
Roll the dope, po up some Patrone, make my maneuvers bold
Press record, watch how I perform, my life a movie role
She popped a half, hopped out on the flo, and hit the tootsie roll
That's whoa, that's whoa
E.P.T we took backroads
These other niggas in the city under our shadows
Pack stog, then we pass up all of they plateaus
We grew up in the jects and streets, you grew up in chateaus
Plaques gold, that's goals
Packed shows, that's goals
Stick up kids up on the streets they hunting like jackals
Huh, where they snatch souls over rap battles
These the keys to survival from where I travel
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Eight One Five, we got it popping get up
Pick up your camera hoe come document us
Started from the bottom but the plot gone twist up
These winters cold but, I got Rockford lit up, shawty
Nights get cold
My city cold
My heart turned cold
City cold
Just me and the bros, other niggas hoes
Broke the mold
Pressure made em fold
It made my niggas glow
I been low
Ready for a war, shit gone get exposed
Friends or foes
Careful how you chose, my new shit is whoa
It's whoa, it's whoa, Black Rabbit this shit is whoa
Get low, get low
This come on bitch hit the flo
Shout out Smooth that's big bro
Shout out Wauny that's big bro
Shout out Spank hoe, that's big bro
For me them boys make shit get cold
I lower the temperature
Po yo a fo run a cylinder
Drop me a tape what I'm grossing ain't miniature
Cash out the check and I blow the expenditure
Grind with a nigga if yo motives is similar
From the Rock where it's cold and it's sinister
O.D. from the dope in the flow I administer
Things that I went toe to toe with a finish ya, huh
Eight One Five, we got it popping get up
Pick up your camera hoe come document us
From the bottom but the plot gone twist up
And it's cold but, I got Rockford lit up, shawty
It's lit, it's lit
Nights get cold
My city cold
My heart turned cold
Cold, cold, cold, it's cold
It's whoa, it's whoa, aye, aye
It's whoa, it's whoa
Black Rabbit this shit is whoa
It's whoa, it's whoa, aye, aye
It's whoa, it's whoa
Black Rabbit this shit is whoa
Aye
Shit, my city cold
Shit, my heart turned cold
City cold, walking through the snow to get to studio
Roll the dope, po up some Patrone, make my maneuvers bold
Press record, watch how I perform, my life a movie role
She popped a half, hopped out on the flo, and hit the tootsie roll
That's whoa, that's whoa
E.P.T we took backroads
These other niggas in the city under our shadows
Pack stog, then we pass up all of they plateaus
We grew up in the jects and streets, you grew up in chateaus
Plaques gold, that's goals
Packed shows, that's goals
Stick up kids up on the streets they hunting like jackals
Huh, where they snatch souls over rap battles
These the keys to survival from where I travel
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Eight One Five, we got it popping get up
Pick up your camera hoe come document us
Started from the bottom but the plot gone twist up
These winters cold but, I got Rockford lit up, shawty
Nights get cold
My city cold
My heart turned cold
City cold
Just me and the bros, other niggas hoes
Broke the mold
Pressure made em fold
It made my niggas glow
I been low
Ready for a war, shit gone get exposed
Friends or foes
Careful how you chose, my new shit is whoa
It's whoa, it's whoa, Black Rabbit this shit is whoa
Get low, get low
This come on bitch hit the flo
Shout out Smooth that's big bro
Shout out Wauny that's big bro
Shout out Spank hoe, that's big bro
For me them boys make shit get cold
I lower the temperature
Po yo a fo run a cylinder
Drop me a tape what I'm grossing ain't miniature
Cash out the check and I blow the expenditure
Grind with a nigga if yo motives is similar
From the Rock where it's cold and it's sinister
O.D. from the dope in the flow I administer
Things that I went toe to toe with a finish ya, huh
Eight One Five, we got it popping get up
Pick up your camera hoe come document us
From the bottom but the plot gone twist up
And it's cold but, I got Rockford lit up, shawty
It's lit, it's lit
Nights get cold
My city cold
My heart turned cold
Cold, cold, cold, it's cold
It's whoa, it's whoa, aye, aye
It's whoa, it's whoa
Black Rabbit this shit is whoa
It's whoa, it's whoa, aye, aye
It's whoa, it's whoa
Black Rabbit this shit is whoa
Aye
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Writer(s): Leslie Rolfe
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