Lyrics:
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
seep through
Don't think that you're clever
I'm so sick of chasing what's not mine to keep
It's cold outside yet I'm not fast asleep
And I just hope
I
I wake up and but it is still dark and cold outside
I steal myself to start the day
You're still sleeping I hear you breathe alarm again its time
we're
Not where we're supposed to be
And who are you
And what do you do
I don't know
We're turning blue
Cause it's cold outside
And we've got nowhere
they don't understand
Is that there is a madman in the building!
Hahahahaha
Man it feels like I'm Trick or treating
Ice got me cold but my blood is
to his mama
It's months since they've seen daddy
There's a pale light shinin'
From a bare refrigerator
By the stained cracked plaster
By the cold
under got the south side,
This groovy crazy planet.
Watching from the outside,
It's as smooth as a gravy sandwich.
People play music night for day,
wanted it to last
I was stuck up
Always in trouble too
Now I'm with the shits
And I'm writing blues
Nobody wanted to be around me
Yeah yeah
Nobody said
of rain can't compare
It moves and shifts to the front in time
And when the blues gets hold don't look back oh no
It's starting to feel like spring outside
Diamonds legit diamonds on wrist
Diamonds on neck my money blue
I need my check Nike the truth
Verification likes through the roof
Paper I chase it I'm
that's the jam"
Turn it up, now hear me get buckw-w-wild
I'm about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin' you from every
that's the jam"
Turn it up, now hear me get buckw-w-wild
I'm about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin' you from every
did the math
A nigga touch my chain up in this bitch, I tear this bitch in half
D-boii where that Glock at?
It's on my hip, bro
Cold-hearted, I
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side
the baby they called Kid Blast
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue
metal eyes
I’m distracted
By your vibe
Blue lights
And a broken heart
I’m not like you
But I know how it can be
A neon halo and a rainy disposition
alive
(Been outside waiting in the cold again)
(I'm outside waiting to be held again)
Yeah, that's how it feels to be alive
(I'm outside standing
two times
Yeah, chop it up like New Time, Yeah
Copy cat, that flow mine, yeah
Copy cat, that bitch mine, yeah
Body bags, we outside, yeah
Money on me
Thats bookey
Three feds parked outside man thats bookey
Bookey
Bookey
Thats bookey
Man just dipped when he saw them blue bleams
Sweet one shes a cutie
I buy her
2022 I was sixteen years
Turn seventeen years, outside getting cold
Ice on my wrist and my neck like "chill"
Only got one hoe, and she worth four
season
Bout time
Better dayz like its REASON
Jump shot
In the bank then I'm leaving
Catch him like a cold leave him in the rain freezing
Damn, I'm going 85
about the time
No one can tell me hi
I'm walking right by
It's too cold outside
For all this conversation
Sorry if you hate me
See lately
Had a lot on my
to close!
The cause of our hardship he would not disclose
This is the case of the north England blues
This is the case of the north England blues
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