Cold
Thirty rounds down and I came with the blick
Fendi on my arm lookin like a damn lick
I'mma move smart, no I never move hard
Hoppin' in the damn Porsche and I push with the start
Heart in the bottom of my chest, let it rest
I done worked it too hard, and I did my damn best
Now you gon' go break it, and I'm never gonna make it
And I fuckin' ah, ah, ah
Lookin too fine, now I'm on my damn grind
I done ran outta time but I lived my life
Chilling with the stars cause I'm floating on mars
And I spit fire bars, nah my fame ain't far
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my fame ain't far
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my fame ain't far
Now I'm in the whip, and I hope I don't crash
Pushing two hundred, and I'm doin the dash
Rollin down the window cause I gotta fuckin' ash
It's a blunt, not cigarette them thangs are trash
Ice so cold like it's winter
Grubbin' on a four course dinner
Walking on a bridge to my other life
I just fuckin' stepped on a splinter
Lookin too fine, now I'm on my damn grind
I done ran outta time but I lived my life
Chilling with the stars cause I'm floating on mars
And I spit fire bars, nah my fame ain't far
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my fame ain't far
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my fame ain't far
If I don't make it will you still be here?
All this time from my life for the love and care
We fight and we fight and we fight and we fuck
But it's never alright, no it's never alright
Sneak in your life like a thief in the night
Staring at the sun cause you shine so bright
I roll another and another I light
But we're never alright no it's never alright
Two tone Rollie on my wrist let it glist'
Two tone Rollie that I drive and I whip
I changed your life and you changed my life
Now look where we are, got me under the knife
Shine so bright, I don't wanna blind you
Words from my heart so you know they true
Stickin' to my word like they all damn glued
I don't know shit man, I don't have a damn clue
Fendi on my arm lookin like a damn lick
I'mma move smart, no I never move hard
Hoppin' in the damn Porsche and I push with the start
Heart in the bottom of my chest, let it rest
I done worked it too hard, and I did my damn best
Now you gon' go break it, and I'm never gonna make it
And I fuckin' ah, ah, ah
Lookin too fine, now I'm on my damn grind
I done ran outta time but I lived my life
Chilling with the stars cause I'm floating on mars
And I spit fire bars, nah my fame ain't far
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my fame ain't far
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my fame ain't far
Now I'm in the whip, and I hope I don't crash
Pushing two hundred, and I'm doin the dash
Rollin down the window cause I gotta fuckin' ash
It's a blunt, not cigarette them thangs are trash
Ice so cold like it's winter
Grubbin' on a four course dinner
Walking on a bridge to my other life
I just fuckin' stepped on a splinter
Lookin too fine, now I'm on my damn grind
I done ran outta time but I lived my life
Chilling with the stars cause I'm floating on mars
And I spit fire bars, nah my fame ain't far
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my fame ain't far
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my fame ain't far
If I don't make it will you still be here?
All this time from my life for the love and care
We fight and we fight and we fight and we fuck
But it's never alright, no it's never alright
Sneak in your life like a thief in the night
Staring at the sun cause you shine so bright
I roll another and another I light
But we're never alright no it's never alright
Two tone Rollie on my wrist let it glist'
Two tone Rollie that I drive and I whip
I changed your life and you changed my life
Now look where we are, got me under the knife
Shine so bright, I don't wanna blind you
Words from my heart so you know they true
Stickin' to my word like they all damn glued
I don't know shit man, I don't have a damn clue
Credits
Writer(s): William Cochran
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