[Intro]
Cold in my city (brrt)
Heart like my knife
That’s stiffy (grrt, bow)
Eyes on the bag
Not pity
Still move low when it’s iffy
[Verse 1]
Phone just ping
That’s profit
Brown in the cling
Can’t stop it
Jakes on the strip
Man clock it
Step two lanes down
Then lock it
Mum said pray
I’m prayin’
But the rent due soon
I ain’t playin’
Trap phone ring
I obey it
I was broke last year
Now I spray it (bow)
Still see feds by the high road
Still do laps on a sly though
Mask on face
That’s my code
Say one word
That’s slideshow
Lil bro love puttin’ work in
Fresh out
Still itchin’ for a burden
Judge talk mad
We ain’t learnin’
Just flip one pack
Then we swervin’
[Chorus]
Cold in my city
It’s rude and gritty
Block stay broke but the talk too litty (too litty)
Pray I don’t slip
Can’t die out silly
Walk with a limp but the blade move pretty
Cold in my city
Can’t trust
That’s facts
Smile in your face
Put dirt in your back
Try take mine
Get turned to a pack
(Cold in my city, cold in my city) that’s that
[Verse 2]
Late-night glide in a tinted thing
One wrong move
That’s a prison wing
Ops on the net do the barkin’ ring
Live in the flesh
Don’t say one thing
Still got pain from my last one gone
Name on my skin
Gotta keep him strong
Pour that drop
Then I right my wrongs
Whole next day still hear that song
Grew up round knifes and sirens
Flatline dreams
Broke
In silence
Now my stack do private islands (huh)
Still my soul got violent guidance
See this life? It don’t hug back
Love get taxed
Only trust that stack
If I slip once
They’ll love that chat
So I step sharp
One hand on the—
[Chorus]
Cold in my city
It’s rude and gritty
Block stay broke but the talk too litty (too litty)
Pray I don’t slip
Can’t die out silly
Walk with a limp but the blade move pretty
Cold in my city
Can’t trust
That’s facts
Smile in your face
Put dirt in your back
Try take mine
Get turned to a pack
(Cold in my city, cold in my city) that’s that