Cold Streets
14, keep my stick it's on me Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body
Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body
Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body
It's a glitzy party, whole lotta killers round me
I feel bad for anybody, whoever doubted me Cause I stay down, you see, now I'm livin' my dreams
Yeah, now I'm livin' my dreams Yeah, the fuck do you mean
Yeah, brand new Glock, it came with a beam Yeah, I did this shit for my team
Yeah, nah, now I'm Dripping Celine Yeah, uh, I ain't sippin codeine
Yeah, cash rules everything around me I want money, fountains, I want out of housing
And I spent days up in my cell, days I was countin
I want out of poverty, like, who's really down for me
Who gon' hop on out the car and slide for me
Orange tracksuits, to Amiri jeans, yeah I'm ahead of my league
Foreign car, fast car, but it was free Hit him up, NASCAR, yeah, it was me
Hit him up, mask off, do it for free You the hood's mascot, I'm about to be an OG
Wipe it down so clean, yeah We the real niggas on that scene
We steppin' up, yeah We hit it for three, yeah
We droppin' in three I know these people ain't for me
I came up in these cold streets In the crib with no heat
Don't act like you know me I been lit since fourteen
Keep my stick, it's on me Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body
Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body
Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body Try and run up on me, it's gon' be a body
It's a glitzy party, whole lotta killers round me
I feel bad for anybody, whoever doubted me Cause I stay down, you see, now I'm livin' my dreams
Yeah, now I'm livin' my dreams Yeah, the fuck do you mean
Yeah, brand new Glock, it came with a beam Yeah, I did this shit for my team
Yeah, nah, now I'm Dripping Celine Yeah, uh, I ain't sippin codeine
Yeah, cash rules everything around me I want money, fountains, I want out of housing
And I spent days up in my cell, days I was countin
I want out of poverty, like, who's really down for me
Who gon' hop on out the car and slide for me
Orange tracksuits, to Amiri jeans, yeah I'm ahead of my league
Foreign car, fast car, but it was free Hit him up, NASCAR, yeah, it was me
Hit him up, mask off, do it for free You the hood's mascot, I'm about to be an OG
Wipe it down so clean, yeah We the real niggas on that scene
We steppin' up, yeah We hit it for three, yeah
We droppin' in three I know these people ain't for me
I came up in these cold streets In the crib with no heat
Don't act like you know me I been lit since fourteen
Keep my stick, it's on me Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body Try and run up on me
It's gon' be a body
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Writer(s): Daniel Larizza
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