Cold In My City

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

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’

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

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—

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