Cold War

Lyrics for Cold War

Know what I'm sayin'? Huh Yeah Ayo, I don't like to talk that much, I let a bullet bust Y'all so sweet when we beef, I call it sugar rush You never played the block with a sack full of stuff And if a dopehead don't die, it's not good enough I'm from the Rock, but I drove blocks to the Buff Pull up to your spot in a drop with the wooden buffs I stood in cuts up top where cops couldn't rush The hood is rough, you either in a box or put in cuffs Somehow I managed to dodge both Can't take the paper with you, either way you gon' die broke I'm tired of hoes always braggin' 'bout what they job gross In fly coats to go and suck dick for a living, her job gross, uh I keep a .45 close when I buy coke When I was young, I used to rob folks Don't know who to trust, that's why I put blindfolds on my side hoes Only my mind know the address to the condos Convos behind closed doors Back in '04, I survived a cold war when them guys froze Niggas get CDLs to drive loads Middle of the winter, they be prayin' for dry roads Ayo, pass me the Caymus and the Golden Horseshoe Have a seat, you lookin' like you need someone to talk to Before you talk, I'ma talk to you first, that's what a boss do Or I'ma have you layin' stiff 'cross The table like the Caymus corkscrew While I'm overcookin' the beef, that's when I mourn you Worry niggas while gettin' ready for the funeral forced you To lay down in a rectangular box until they torched you And cremated with the hope of your parents created and thought you Would've amounted to somethin' that ended up as nothin' Don't play with your life, bitch, bad gamble With my calculated movement, illustrious handle, listen See, I believe it's a good time, I think you better fret Tonight I'm thinkin' of spittin' A good rhyme, let me get feedback from X So elaborate how I'm abundant with shine You probably had to text 'cause you can't talk to me That's when niggas wonder what happened next A situation transpires and now your mans is vexed That's when you gotta go and get resourceful and scroll the Rolodex Godfather of the shit, I'm holdin' all the checks Regulatin' protons, neutrons, and electrons, controllin' all aspects Cokehead, you niggas sniff a good line Until you disconnect, it's celebration time You gettin' to the money My nigga, big respect and honor each other Don't bother me, brother, have some decency I'm unapologetic about how you not alignin' with the frequency Another level of supervision for the culture is what it need to be Thirty-five years of bodies, but still been killin' 'em recently Disintegrate these niggas to particles, they ask for leniency Pardon, God, I'm only bein' me