So Cold
So cold
Luxury Music
So cold had to throw on an Arc'teryx
Uh
In this world we live
In this world we living in, it's frigid
I don't need pair of specs to see this shit is vivid
Yeah, my momma told me this I listen
And people hate the fact I keep it real, the realest
Yeah, they'll slime you out for cash and hoes
As long as you keep stepping stay on point that's how life goes
Rooting for my losses while I win they wishing worst
Bad bitch on the side of me she doing what she told
If you try to come for me I pull up at your home, pow
With that magazine I pull up it get ghost
From the block it taught alot I cannot go, home
Got new beginnings and it got no end, to the story
Got rings on all my fingers man I feel like Robert Horry
I make that money flip, I stretch it like it's skin
A hall of fame induction, you know I attend
I'm steady setting trends, yeah
So cold had to throw on an Arc'teryx
So cold
Did it by my self on my lone
Never had to fake or fucking pose
Yeah, racks in shawty
Racks in shawty
Turning up the party, yeah we get gnarly
Yeah we get gnarly, gnarly
Huh, gnarly, gnarly, huh
Luxury Music
So cold had to throw on an Arc'teryx
Uh
In this world we live
In this world we living in, it's frigid
I don't need pair of specs to see this shit is vivid
Yeah, my momma told me this I listen
And people hate the fact I keep it real, the realest
Yeah, they'll slime you out for cash and hoes
As long as you keep stepping stay on point that's how life goes
Rooting for my losses while I win they wishing worst
Bad bitch on the side of me she doing what she told
If you try to come for me I pull up at your home, pow
With that magazine I pull up it get ghost
From the block it taught alot I cannot go, home
Got new beginnings and it got no end, to the story
Got rings on all my fingers man I feel like Robert Horry
I make that money flip, I stretch it like it's skin
A hall of fame induction, you know I attend
I'm steady setting trends, yeah
So cold had to throw on an Arc'teryx
So cold
Did it by my self on my lone
Never had to fake or fucking pose
Yeah, racks in shawty
Racks in shawty
Turning up the party, yeah we get gnarly
Yeah we get gnarly, gnarly
Huh, gnarly, gnarly, huh
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Writer(s): Shaun Holt
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