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Cold Winters

 

Cold Winters

(альбом: MSYKM - 2020)


We was on them backblocks, cold winters
Pacman, ghost getters
No time for breakfast, we was trapping took the toast with us
Watching for them cavaliers, Kyrie in the crunch time
Praying not to get it done, second shift lunch time
How you feel about your life? Nigga, 'cause I want mine
Cuz became a man in jail, sixty too much time
Shit, Momma raised me so it's tough love
Bad bitch changed up, got me like fuck love
Puffed up, 40 below whether, shit we tuck snubs
Hoodie tied, felt like Ghost town back when Cookie died
Flip a quarter, what you need?
Hit me, I can get it for ya
Caught the nigga slipping, got the pass, he was with his daughter
Damn, so much shit I can't sleep without
Main bitch aggravating, got a nigga sleeping out
You can pull up where we at, nigga we can see it out
Stories we don't talk about, shit we can't speak about

When running the streets become such a sacrifice (tell me when)
When you say you can't breathe
And they still try to take your life (no right, no right)
But never let the devil see you cry (never)
Never let the devil see you cry (never)
Look him straight dead in the eyes
Tell him you got God on your side

I'm sending paper, these niggas sending emojis
High by myself, I popped the pill by my lonely
Fendi by Karl Lagerfeld, Presi' the Rollie
Can't even pronounce what I'm wearing, you niggas know me
I did a song with Jim, Cam'ron and Juelz too (my niggas)
I'm just putting on for Harlem, check the cell Tsu
Billboard top ten for a few weeks straight
I'm gaining weight, McDonald nigga you don't eat steak
Nickel bag, dime bag, you never seen weight
Hard to believe everyday my life is like Spring Break
Making sales anywhere I wouldn't even think
And have enough of bottles I wouldn't even drink
Last summer working out, I was doing sets at bleek
Now your wifey staring at my diamonds and I bet she blink
Before we bust it open, had to wet the sink
Let it dry out on the napkin, kitchen never clean
I let the ice cool it, came up on a nice Ruger
It had some bodies on it sold it, took a flight to Cuba
I play Havanna, Alexander McQueen shirts
I know the percs bad but the lean worse, it's team work

When running the streets become such a sacrifice (tell me when)
When you say you can't breathe
And they still try to take your life (no right, no right)
But never let the devil see you cry (never)
Never let the devil see you cry (never)
Look him straight dead in the eyes
Tell him you got God on your side
Never let the devil see you cry (never)
Never let the devil see you cry (never)
Look him straight dead in the eyes
Tell him you got God on your side

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