The Cold

(专辑： To Kill A Sunrise - 2021)

Kota
Statik Selektah
Uh, yeah

Santa Monica, living and losing followers
Gimmicks doing a lot for the dollars, I don't acknowledge them
Alcoholics Anonymous, living like hippopotamus
Fucking 'round with the Oculus, digital me is wilding, I'm free
God watching, I'm getting hit by the breeze
I tend to stumble and slip but never fought on my knees
I'm living my life in tandem with all the shit I believe
Moving in unison with my spirit, toward the dream
Take it to the block, always focused on the scheme
B&Es, greener weed, all the possibilities
All the soldiers on the Ave fallen, something like the leaves
In between, we crack a laugh, then remember how it be
Branching off, because really they ain't got nothing for me
Hear a lot of people talk, but ain't saying what they mean
I just focus on they walk, notice if they hit the lean
If I'm missing what they saying, 'cause they brushing when they speak, yeah

Water in my soul, the pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reaping what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
Where they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold

Never acting or stunting, I really want the action
Still authentic, I plan to get it and get to practice
If I said it, I meant it, print it, copy and fax it
Lotta people just focus on how empty they glass is
Income coming aggressive, ironically it's passive
I play my new shit but they are still dissecting my last shit
I'm a force, I be solo-dolo inside a habit
Shawty tryna love me, she's sad and 'cause living made me callous
Came out the dungeon and then we took the palace
I'm at the function for minutes, feel like I'm moving backwards
I'm on my legacy, put my children ahead of me
Guarding my woman from all the garbage that turned me savage
I'm focusing past the physical, hear it and take it literal
Every syllable, audible, hear it and see the visual
Wrote it like, yeah, I thought it, you spitting something despicable
Flowing shit is nautical, saving little for interviews

Water in my soul, the pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reaping what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
Where they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold

New year, new issues, don't ever let 'em get you
Trust enough and look at my woman, I'm wondering who sent you
Got the bag and fumbled it and woke up in a sweat pool
Niggas couldn't kill me if they killed me like I'm Deadpool
Made this shit for youngins mixing vodka with the Red Bull
I write the future, if you was wondering what my pen do
Thought I'd be a loser, misguided, hungry, disheveled
I'm running shit so crazy, don't need the trophies or medals
I'm brushing off the dust and laying verse before it settles
Got 'em mimicking my moves, now they call me Geppetto
I was sitting in my room, sipping sour, amarettos
Dropping classic after classic, stacking bangers like they LEGOs
Childish, higher learning, I ain't go to college
Couldn't read me 'cause they couldn't see me through my eyelids
I be that example how the pressure make a diamond
And the pressure make a legend, live progressive on my island, yeah

Water in my soul, the pressure on my back
Pushing through my lows
I go fifty on my road, no one on my back
Reaping what I sow
They wonder where I go when I get in my bag
Where they can never know
Fires in the cold, flying to the goal
Separate the diamonds from the cold, the cold