COLD FLOORS, WARM MONEY

Cold floors in the trap but the money feel warm,

Used to pray for a break, now I weather the storm.

Got pain in my chest and the ice don’t heal it,

I’m high as the sky but I still gotta feel it.

Yeah, the nights get rough but the bands come right,

Double cup heavy just to balance my life.

Whole team up now, used to struggle for the light—

If the past don’t call, then I’m doin’ it right.

Yeah, dirty ass scale on the countertop sittin’,

Hundred damn nights I was trapped in the kitchen.

Had the block on fire, whole city gon’ listen,

Turned the pain to a bag, now the bag keep hittin’.

I was fucked up bad, had to grind through hell,

Now I’m drownin’ in the drip, every chain gon’ yell.

Cup full of dreams and the smoke too strong,

Took a L, bounced back—yeah, the wave too long.

I was ridin’ through the night with the demons beside me,

Every move that I made put the pressure behind me.

Now it’s big bankrolls every time they remind me,

Future Hendrix—motherfuckers gon’ find me.

Cold floors in the trap but the money feel warm,

Used to pray for a break, now I weather the storm.

Got pain in my chest and the ice don’t heal it,

I’m high as the sky but I still gotta feel it.

Yeah, the nights get rough but the bands come right,

Double cup heavy just to balance my life.

Whole team up now, used to struggle for the light—

If the past don’t call, then I’m doin’ it right.

I was runnin’ from the stress with a blunt too big,

Whole world on my back but I still did digs.

Got lost in the smoke, found truth in the pain,

Now the shit I wear worth more than my chains.

Used to crash in a room with the walls all cracked,

Now the suite too high, I ain’t ever goin’ back.

Got a past full of ghosts, got a future full of stacks,

Put the doubt in the dirt, put the city on my back.

Yeah, I fucked up once, but I leveled up twice,

Turned hell to a throne, now I’m livin’ my life.

I don’t talk too much—just the numbers be nice,

And the bank lookin’ blessed like it’s prayin’ at night.

Yeah I bled for the shit, now I stand on the top,

Whole block knew my name ’fore the bullshit stopped.

Racks on the floor, got the drink on lock—

Cold floors, warm money… this the life we got.