Testo So Cold - Berner, Cozmo & Killer Mike
Testo della canzone So Cold (Berner, Cozmo & Killer Mike), tratta dall'album The White Album
Yeah
I'm feeling this one, Q
It's a classic
Pachino Life
These rappers is so old, need to retire rap
Fuck with Young Coz 'cause I'm where that fire at
Come walk through my home, yeah, I'll take you inside of that
Inside my raps, still struggling, but I know real cats admire that
I got a fam, so most my time get applied to that
But I'm still hungry, see the fame, I desire that
I heard they saying I'm sweet now
'Cause I don't run around strapped, tugging that heat now
And I ain't in the mix moving P's and keys now
'Cause I can make a hundred thou' fucking with beats, wow
You not in my ball game, you dudes is small change
Ice and a couple hoes, is that what you call fame?
A lot of cats hating on me, but most of 'em faking, homie
The world is debating on me, I got '
Em patiently pacing and waiting on me
They know the flow is so butter
Rap with the soul of a brother, I'm so gutter, it's no other
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Under pressure and won't fold 'cause, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Got rap in a chokehold and, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Under pressure and won't fold 'cause, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Got rap in a chokehold and, homie, I'm
I'm under pressure, I won't fold, the street life is so cold
I'm holding my mom's hands and begging her, "Don't go"
I'm watching my kids cry, the price on the bricks high
Shit, I remember when they were going for ten-five
And now it's like losing life is supposed to be easy now
He lost his life over money, he was tryna feed his child
And my young homie tried to send a brick or two
Be careful where you're shipping to, it's been hard to get 'em through
But I'm in love with this lifestyle, this kush is just so loud
I'm trying to slow down, my heart is just cold now
And trust me, them boys tried twice, but no, they couldn't touch me
Bag full of dirty money
Used to ride around town with that thing on my lap
And now I'm stuck in the trap and while I'm weighing these packs
I start to think about all I used to dream about
Cars, big houses, and money, how can they leave me out?
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Under pressure and won't fold 'cause, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Got rap in a chokehold and, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Under pressure and won't fold 'cause, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Got rap in a chokehold and, homie, I'm
Conversing with my OG and burning on some Christmas tree
Asked him, "Won't you please give me game on life's mystery?"
Told me that we all born to die, so prepare to be
A maker of history or broke and die in misery
He told me every hustle that was ever born a struggle
Was forgiven by God, so I purchased the hard
And I put it in the trunk and I took a short trip
And I put it in the trap and I made that brick flip
And it only took a summer for my come up
Shawty had them units in the city doing numbers
Fucking with the prettiest of hoes, you remember
Tammy, Trinae, Trinae, Melinda, Jacinta
Had all them hoes whipping with a blender
Either that or carrying them bags in a rental
And I done took my OG's plug by December
And told that old man, "Homie, don't trip, remember, remember"
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Under pressure and won't fold 'cause, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Got rap in a chokehold and, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Under pressure and won't fold 'cause, homie, I'm
I'm so cold, so cold, so cold
Got rap in a chokehold and, homie, I'm
Credits
Writer(s): Killer Mike, Gilbert Anthony Jr. Milam, Cozmo
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