Berner, Killer Mike, Cozmo - So Cold lyrics

Yeah i'm feelin' this one Q
This a classic pachino Life

These rappers is so old need to retire rap
Fuck with young Coz
'cause I'm where that fire at
Come walk through my home
Yeah, I'll take you inside of that
Inside my rap, still strugglin'
But I know real cats admire that
I got a fam so most my
Time get applied to that
But I'm still hungry, see the fame
I desire that
I heard they sayin' I'm sweet now
'Cause I don't run around strapped
Tuckin' that heat now
And I ain't in the mix
Movin' P's and keys now
'Cause I could make a hunnit-thou
Fuckin' with beats wild
You not in my ball game
You dudes is small change
Ice and a couple hoes
Is that what you call fame
A lot of cats hatin' on me
But most of 'em fakin', homie
The world is debatin' on me
I got her patiently pacin' and waitin' on me
They know the flow is so butter
Rap with the soul level brother
I'm so gutter it's no other

I'm so cold so cold
So cold under pressure and won't fold
'Cause homie I'm so cold
So cold so cold
Got rap in a choke hold and homie I'm
So cold so cold
So cold

I won't fold this street life is so cold
I'm holdin' my mom's hands
And beggin' her don't go
I'm watchin' my kids cry
The price on the brick's high
Shit, I remember when they
Were goin' for 10-5 and now it's like
Losin' life is supposed to be easy
Now he lost his life over money
He was tryna' feed his child
And my young homie tried to
Send a brick or two
Be careful where you're shippin' to
It's been hard to get 'em through
But I'm in love with this lifestyle
This Kush is just so loud
I'm tryin' to slow down
My heart is just cold now
And trust me, them boys tried twice
But no, they couldn't touch me
Bag full of dirty money
Used to ride around town with
That thing on my lap
And now I'm stuck in the traffic
And while I'm weighin' these packs
I start to think about all
I used to dream about
Cars, big houses, and money
How can they leave me out

I'm so cold so cold
So cold under pressure and won't fold
'Cause homie I'm so cold
So cold so cold
Got rap in a choke hold and homie I'm
So cold so cold
So cold

Conversin' with my OG and burnin'
On some Christmas tree
Ask 'em why don't you please give
Me game on life mystery
Told me that we all born to die
So prepare to be
A maker of history and broken down misery
You told me every hustle that
Was ever born to struggle
Was forgivin by God, so I purchase the hard
Then I put it in the trunk
And I took a short trip
And I put it in the trap
And I make that brick flip
And it only took a Summer for my come up
Shorty had them unit's in
The city doin' numbers
Fuckin' with the pretties of hoes
You remember tammy, Trenae, Melinda, Jacenta
Had all them hoes whippin' with a blender
Either that or carryin' them
Bags in the rental
And I done took my OG's plug by December
They told that old man, homie, don't trip
Remember

I'm so cold so cold
So cold under pressure and won't fold
'Cause homie I'm so cold
So cold so cold
Got rap in a choke hold and homie I'm
So cold so cold
So cold