Cold Songtext
von Slayter

Yo, I remember a few years ago
The heater had stopped working at the crib
I ain′t had no money to fix that shit
My mom ain't have no money to fix that shit
I remember it was mad cold
Shit, I remember I used to go to my momma room
Sleep in my momma room
Just ′cause I knew how she was feeling, man
Damn


Used to be my dog, we went separate ways
I got doors up in Heaven gates
Caught a body, hit the freeway, going out of state
Got a budget for the lawyer, we gon' beat the case
When it's drama time, you want no static
Your mans died, all you did was get his name tatted
It was gang-gang ′til your right-hand mans ratted
With the blam-blam to your dome, leave his brain splattered
Niggas used to love me, now they diss me
Me and shorty used to fuck around, now she miss me
Sipping 1942 ′til we tipsy
In an all blue Benz, hear me Nipsey

Yeah
And I'ma let the instrumental cry
Smoking on exotic, looking at the sky
And I be in my head, tryna wonder why
Why all the real niggas gotta fucking die?

Niggas talking on me, but they smile in my face
My nigga just worried ′bout the time they might face
I'm only 25 with a lot on my plate
I ain′t have a dollar, but you know I have faith
Faith like Biggie did
Can't believe my daddy dead, I was just his only kid
He ain′t get to see me grow, he want me to do it big
Having convos with my momma, she just wanna see me live
Stay away from these fuck niggas
She always told me not to trust niggas
And I keep the .40 on my hip, so that's a plus, nigga
Just to let 'em know that they ain′t touching one of us, nigga


Yeah
And I′ma let the instrumental cry
Smoking on exotic, looking at the sky
And I be in my head, tryna wonder why
Why all the real niggas gotta fucking die?