Cold Street

It's so cold in the streets
It's so cold in the streets
You better stay inside

It's so cold in the streets
It's so cold in the streets
You better stay inside

It's so cold in the streets
It's so cold in the streets
You better stay inside

I been working all my whole life
Tryna get this fucking paper to my own side
And all this Bitches tryna stress me
Tryna call my phone
I put that shit on DND ain't got no time for hoes
I used to stay with my mama in a retarded crib
She be on jobs
She take too long
While I be in the streets
I roll up L on that B
Tryna calm my nerves
I went through hell in the streets
Tryna make it out
I need this yellow diamonds dangling on my chest
And some ice on my wrist
They finna make you go insane
If I get money I won't talk
If I get money she gon stay
It's a freestyle don't you think about the things I say

It's so cold in the streets
You better stay inside

On a first class plane to Jamaica
Took some L and B while I stare at this papers
In my feelings I be thinking bout my brother
Sorry I say shit everytime that I call ya
She said she loved me
Now she acting funny skimmy
She wanna see me she be calling through my friends and
She said she wanna see me rapping on the Tv
I keep on pushing
Tryna make sure that I make it out
Gucci to Gucci to fendi
She tryna step on this haters
She tryna act like a faker
Out of space I be thinking
Reminiscing about this money
Anytime that shit come I just pray I be ready yea

It's so cold in the streets
It's so cold in the streets
You better stay inside

It's so cold in the streets
It's so cold in the streets
You better stay inside

It's so cold in the streets
It's so cold in the streets
You better stay inside

TAKE THAT CHANCE AND JUST STAY INSIDE



Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Ezekiel
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