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cold - tyrone briggs lyrics

[verse 1]
young and puttin’ work in, hear it in my verses
shuttin’ down the circus, clowns just seein’ curtains
n*ggas lack so much of sk!ll, it got these labels hurtin’
way they puttin’ scrubs unto work, you would think that they was [?] (go)
dudes ain’t doin’ nada (nah)
dudes ain’t doin’ nada
don’t do shots, i don’t divide, i treat your rasta like pearl harbor
got the whole burrow in the zone with me, whole d*mn city in the zone with me
feelin’ like chris while the soul with me
take ’em out of commission with no diddy
all about the benjis, ain’t nothin’ else but the moolah
i’m gettin’ it any way, you get in my way, i will move you
brag, boast, and flex every (line)
can’t name another n*gga that’s cooler
i’m so ahead of my time
i could probably reminisce ’bout my future
growin’ up, all i did was rap
thoughts was loud
n*ggas and women, they all were clowns
make sure everyone that passed on us is now lookin’ up when it all falls down
honestly, possibly
had to sit down, lock and key
no longer called the underdog unless your b*tch on top of me (ahh)
savage, y’all became so cabbage
hypnotized, i’m big enough to speed and flock through y’all ain’t backwards
so it’s mark, ready, set it, go
put on those who neglected? no
wanna get in now but the house is built
but i’m outside of it, need a symbol, go
[chorus]
cold, cold, cold, cold
cold, cold (been boolin’ enough so i never get enough by), cold, cold
cold, cold, cold, cold
cold, cold (been boolin’ enough so i never get enough by), cold, cold

[verse 2]
it’s like i’m carryin’ garbage
it’s like i don’t know the difference ‘tween rappers and artists
if i’ma get it, then know i’ma stack it regardless
doin’ what i do out here
comin’ from the city where they beg a woo out here
comin’ from the city where they say it’s bruised out here
got so many plaques, they got blues out here
show and prove in all that i’m doin’
the beat the same reason why dudes is salutin’
be the same reason why everyone’s doin’ the same thing as me, they don’t wanna be losin’
if you make music, then make it, my n*gga
don’t be like them losers that’s makin’ excuses
while you be talkin’ ’bout all of your problems, you could be makin’ up all the solutions
so what is you doin’?
servin’ the rulin’
you the recruiter, you do the recruitin’
know you became the dude movin’ the movin’
when n*ggas you hate with the dudes you recruit with
so you gotta watch this, write it
get it? got it
me and my n*ggas be settled first
’til then, we ride with the metal squirts
[?] livin’ h*ll on earth
with gangsters, hustlers
w*ngstas, busters
snitches, pimpers
got no time for the second job
from the critics, bloggers
b*tches, promise
legends, has beens
’cause this ain’t rhymes, n*gga, this my [?] (ahh)
what you expect to do when you get to school?
did the [?] at your relative
and it left them stiff as a vegetable?
put on for your fam and break that cycle with that sh*t you know
did it myself, ain’t sh*t i owe
ain’t nothin’ to where n*gga been is go
[chorus]
cold, cold, cold, cold
cold, cold (been boolin’ enough so i never get enough by), cold, cold
cold, cold, cold, cold
cold, cold (been boolin’ enough so i never get enough by), cold, cold

[outro]
cold
cold

- tyrone briggs lyrics

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