Cold Letra

We got a story to tell (damn)
Yea
Pay attention

(Verse)
Brand new pistol – we bought it
Really couldn’t afford it
Either that or his moms, take a trip to the florist
Get him first, what he’s thinking?
Fit for Henny he drinkin
Hustle five days a week but he hittin cribs on the weekend
Don’t know pops, he don’t care
Don’t know papi for work
And right before he do it he always visits the church
Never question his motives
Or the weapon he holdin
You’ll be gone by tonight and he’ll still be here in the morning
Off that Mary he floatin, pop the molly good measure
Always call for the hit ‘cus nobody do it no better
Fire up then he leave, girl smoke in his pocket
He keep one in the head, never once did he cock it
He don’t roll with the team, clean it up where those stacks
Don’t keep shit in the glove, pistol right on his lap
Make the temperature change, he did not lose his cool
All the shit he done, he only 15 years old

(Hook x2)
I said the streets so cold I won’t change up
Better keep yourself from anger
When you out there
When you out there, When you out there

(Verse)
Now look
I know they know but I keep pistols in the cover
Thinkin it was my woman, I keep that bitch undercover
Just hope for a better day, thinkin I made a way
‘Cause me and my niggas good, just touchin up on that K
Just preachin out to the youth,
This shit that I speak is truth
Never deep at that Chevy and one they turned to a coupe
But homie that’s all I know
Never separate groups
If it’s about that paper, all we gon do is shoot
Smoking that shit I love
Thuggin all of them puddlers
Just puffin up on that kush
You may hate but I know they love it
But steady I’m reving engines, keep that shit to the sub
Before I ever give it up I’m wildin out like fuck it hah
Just picture them better days through the clouds
I’m dealing with so much hate, I turn the frown to a smile
Chevy fuck with it heavy, know we keepin it steady
Niggas they want that P, just call me whenever ready
But look, gotta show em how to keep it off yo mind
Better stay up on that paper, haters knock you off yo grind
That’s right, every grip I’m holdin I make sure that shit mine
I made it up off that maze but fuck it, I’m livin life
From Cali way down to Pittsburg, shit crazy
Know some niggas that got murked for being lazy
Just hoping that money come,
I move steady, gon save it
Just know them bullets gon burn, just hope you make it to safety

(Hook x2)
I said the streets so cold I won’t change up
Better keep yourself from anger
When you out there
When you out there, When you out there