Cold Curb

VERSE 1" 80s vintage 20s lineage The Genevese family having Italian dinner with The black boy from the Troop era When the grams was insta Twist time, now I'm suit wearer Momma ain't play no spades Back then, back when momma ain't play no games Extension cords, was extended clips Whips had a whole different meaning My closet now is designer from the floor to ceiling But I don't care bout it, I'm wondering if baby girl would start shouting If the cops pull they guns, if no, im outty Don't doubt me My tax bracket is not shabby Looking back at my daddys past Like dag nabit me the black bastard Nah... sins of a father make want that Cullinan, the Rolls truck, Im robust In a cold world this This ya trench Back then I wish CHORUS: I knew little bit better You make the block hot trend setter You make a weekend a movie Since you gotta thin sweater You can't go Cuz the curb is cold Cold cold cold Cuz the curb is cold VERSE 2: Torn between being a Saint And lettin these niggas know exactly What I aint Truth is I'm from a family of killas and drug dealers I'mma bow legged baller, Brawler, black scholar I study women with 10inches I probe they brain, I learned that freaks really have no shame They focus on they bra after I take they shirt And I get extra credit if I make them squirt White sage, purify my fung shei Manage my white rage when I niggas acting ignant I sway sway if I saw the young me I'd pray...that. CHORUS: SPOKEN WORD: Streets aint nothing to play with no matter who you stay with Don't be a boss be King Why Kings teach Bosses leach Off someone tryna reach Don't change but it is a such thing as a better version of you Tho death is inevitable it has nothing with not eating your vege..ta..bles How about not being so skep..ti..cal How about remembering all the bad shit that happened to you then Let.. it go.. You don't have 100% of the money you don't make You fail at 100% of the chances you don't take This real rap Don't believe me Play this back