These Streets Are Cold

Another day, another dollar Just on the grind, to keep it coming in Don't waste my time, you want some tracks My nigga come and spend A couple hundred on some beats, and I'm gone set you straight I know we both are trying to eat, but who gone set the plate? Used to get them for the free, that's how I let you ate But niggas got greedy, they damn near scraped the plate Perpetuate and falsify, the shit you still believe Don't let them tell you different, cause you can still achieve And though it's lonely at the top, I still can feel the breeze Though I moved out the hood, I still don't feel at ease I guess I suffer, from that post traumatic stress Solo in my lab, when my flow, is at it's best Spazzing out on rappers, another closed chapter Friends come and go, but the money goes faster So stack it tall, keep it coming, till you have it all Another album, getting added to my catalog These streets are cold, it can turn you to a savage dawg And I ain't lying, they out here trying to tap ya calls They shooting shots, and I ain't talking basketball They only love ya, on that day they see ya casket fall These streets are cold, it can turn you to a savage dawg And I ain't lying, they out here trying to tap ya calls They shooting shots, and I ain't talking basketball They only love ya, on that day they see ya casket fall Real talk, I swear this shit get drastic yall Self snitching on the gram, how they flash it all Showing money, showing guns, and they showing dope But ain't nobody showing love, when you're going broke Then them niggas out of sight, nowhere to be found Buying Birkin's for that trick, you thought that she was down? Look around, pay attention to yo circle nigga It can be yo own fam, out to hurt you nigga Don't be dealing with these rats, I'm revealing on these tracks That they treat me like a villain, cause I'm killing them with facts How can you fix your mouth? to say my music's whack It's the Realest of Real, Bitch I'm back If you had to second guess it, then you had to lack the message Open up ya eyes, it's real rapping in ya presence A King to them peasants, best to make it known Claiming you a Gangsta, but they don't live that long because These streets are cold, it can turn you to a savage dawg And I ain't lying, they out here trying to tap ya calls They shooting shots, and I ain't talking basketball They only love ya, on that day they see ya casket fall These streets are cold, it can turn you to a savage dawg And I ain't lying, they out here trying to tap ya calls They shooting shots, and I ain't talking basketball They only love ya, on that day they see ya casket fall Yea, I swear these streets are cold nigga This shit, will eat ya soul nigga Ya best to play ya role nigga Everything that glitters, it ain't gold nigga These streets are cold nigga Swear this shit, will eat ya soul nigga Best to play ya role nigga Stand tall, never fold nigga