colder

Colder colder colder
Colder colder colder colder
Heart is getting cold and it's only getting colder
Looking for the world i got the world on my shoulders
Know my bitch mad she should of listen what i told her
Put my new bitch inside a Rover yea
All this pain i been feeling man its hard to keep sober
Express my feelings with my Momma yea she know I'm getting older
But I'm still her little boy till my living days are over
Roll me up a roll me up
And don't forget my cup
Tell my haters wish me luck
Know they see me blowing up
Tell them sorry ain't enough
You know you dead wrong
I mix my wrongs up with my rights
I write a song about my life
Man it's hard to get sleep when trapping through the night
I find a way to make it right for the ones who say they love me
And was with me through the fight
I need a ounce to get me right
Turn my thoughts into a kite
So they could fell me when they listen
When they smoking when they sipping
When they know the real feeling of seeing a live killing
Or being a drug dealer
Or better yet a killer a little dirty nigga
Can't trust nobody coming out the mud
Can't trust nobody coming out the mud
Can't trust nobody coming out the mud
Can't trust nobody coming out the mud

Like this shit get real treacherous
Like you really gotta watch out
Like niggas really trying to hit you in your top for real
Like look look
Gotta watch out gotta duck
They'll hit you in your top while you walking off your porch
And then call it a score
Come from a city where niggas is gritty and niggas be playing with bricks
Them niggas will kill you then jump in the whip
The craziest shit your mans the one that set up the shit
He'll carry the casket pick up the shovel and bury you faster
Even go get you tatted home of the savage
Land to the Creep to The Rock you know how we Rock
Shot out to Grafton them bitches is nasty they'll suck on the dick then look at you Laughing
Ah Ah for real though
Jungle the throne of the rumble
South run in your mouth
Bergen and Mapes EA LA put bullets right up in your face
Dub The 9 your pockets would bubble
Bet The Wick
Can't forget Spuce GVG Court street
7th Ave ain't having it 730 trashing shit
Astor they be downing shit
Whole city downing shit and that's the Bricks

Heart is getting cold and it's only getting colder
Looking for the world i got the world on my shoulders
Know my bitch mad she should of listen what i told her
Put my new bitch inside a Rover yea
All this pain i been feeling man its hard to keep sober
Express my feelings with my Momma yea she know i'm getting older
But i'm still her little boy in till my living days are over
Roll me up a roll me up
And don't forget my cup
Tell my haters wish me luck
Know they see me blowing up
Tell them sorry ain't enough
You know you dead wrong
I mix my wrongs up with my rights
I write a song about my life
Man it's hard to get sleep when you trapping through the night
I find a way to make it right for the ones who said they love me
And was with me through the fight
I need a ounce to get me right
Turn my thought into a kite
So they could feel me when they listening
When they smoking when they sipping
When they know the real feeling of seeing a live killing
Or being a drug dealer
Or better yet a killer a little dirty nigga
Can't trust nobody coming out the mud
Can't trust nobody coming out the mud
Bang