Cold In My City

Yeah

Been cold a long time

Uh

Listen

All black fit, hood low

Eyes red from the late nights

Phone still ring, that’s old flows

Turned pain into stage lights

Mom said "pray" when the rent due

I said "work" till the veins show

Friends turn fame when it suits you

Seen ’em fold in a raincoat

Left me out in the storm then

Heart went hard like the floor then

Now I move quiet, I’m sworn in

Only the fam I was born with

Cold in my city, but I run it like it’s mine

Had to turn the hunger to a diamond over time

They ain’t show me love, had to learn to read the signs

Now they at the door

Tell ’em "get back in the line"

Big talk, small stats

I don’t chase that, I chase racks

Old scars on my knuckles

New checks in my backpack

Used to split meals, now we split stakes

Whole team eat off the mixtapes

She want the boy, not the mistakes

I want peace, they want replays

Grinding till the sunrise

Dark thoughts in the fun times

Laugh now but I done cried

Still stand on the front line