The Coldest

Uh, you niggas still don't get it
Yeah, bitch, I'm ten toes in it
Uh, yeah, f'sho
Gibbs, baby
Bitch, I'm ten toes in it
Not a fake a facade or a cloned image
Got into rap same way I jumped in the streets with my own spinach
Tryin' to get straight up off this shit so that I can go on livin'
No song spinnin', so I resort to this zone flippin'
Something must wrong with 'em, he takin' this shit for granted
Try to write up in the house with no lights, you'll understand it
I can't teach ya how to dougie, but I can teach ya bout this thuggin'
Keepin' it thorough, keep your mouth closed, nigga, keep it one-hundred
Keep your hand up out my goddamn pocket and keep it pushin'
Keep the reefer, keep the white, keep the soft, or just keep it cookin'
But keep in mind that any given day you can die for this
As I bag this dope, I'm prayin' one day that I could just
Make an honest piece of change, prolly change the way I live
MJ fadeaway, I'm something niggas can't defend
Gangsta Gibbs, fresh out the fridge, forty below flow
No introduction needed, 'cause niggas already know so

You already noticed (the coldest, nigga)
I'm the motherfuckin' coldest
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite like this, nigga
'Cause you already noticed (bitch)
That I'm the motherfuckin' coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit

So what you talkin' bout, bitch?
Really ain't shit if you ain't talkin' bout this
I'm runnin' laps around these rappers, scratchin' em off my list
She off that vodka so it's hard for her to stay off my dick
Trynna get rich and let the dollars flow throughout my clique
So we can break, bread and never ever be broken
Yac toastin', exotic bitches on my balcony, smokin'
We turns them out without a doubt they mouth about to be open
I let Alicia put her tongue on Valerie while I'm strokin'
But I ain't Jack Tripper, I'm that nigga, plain and simple
Fresh out the G to MTV, check the credentials
Ain't been a nigga bigger since the Jacksons left the city
Reppin' the hardest, niggas ain't know that we was rappin' in my city
And regardless if I got support or backin' from my city
They'll remember me as the the nigga that got it crackin' for my city, nigga
And on the mic I never have off nights
Cause every line I write is straight frostbite, nigga

You already noticed (the motherfuckin' coldest, bitch)
I'm the motherfuckin' coldest (motherfuckin' coldest, bitch)
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite like this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
That I'm the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit
So what you talkin' bout, bitch?

I'm on fire
To keep the streets hot, that's my desire
And to hell with the labels
'Til it's time for us to sit down at the table
If I don't focus on me
Tell me, who will?
And I speak from my heart
So you know I'mma keep it real
So much bullshit in the last six months tried to take my focus
But on a lotta situations them people had to hocus pocus
If anybody ever asks a dumb question like, "Will BJ make it?"
Give them a dollar and say, "God bless you," cause it must be a basehead

You already noticed
I'm the motherfuckin' coldest
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite like this, nigga
'Cause you already noticed
That I'm the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit
So what you talkin' bout, bitch?
Yeah, uh, nigga
Came in this game with my balls and my word, baby
Never broke 'em for shit
In this bitch
Shouts out to Kno, nigga
Gave me something I could fall back on, nigga
Appreciate it
Niggas still can't see
I'm doing this shit for the Mid-West, baby
Uh, fuck with me
Fuck everybody that was down that ain't down no more
Uh, yeah
Nigga, Scril, I see you, yeah, uh
And we out this bitch, nigga
Gibbs
The motherfuckin' coldest
Mid-West and I'm out