Capo Lee, Shorty, Jme, Frisco - Freezing lyrics
[Capo Lee, Shorty, Jme, Frisco - Freezing lyrics]
(Trooh Hippi, Trooh Hippi, Trooh Hippi)
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The mandem still billing it
The trap land, still killing it
Still can't take man for an idiot
(Are you mad?) the life you talk about
The man dem still living it
Drilling it, takе out the clip and filling it
Roll 'round the block and skid in it
Bust two shots in your wig, innit?
You bettеr know what side you're
On because there's no switching
Rule number one, no snitching
Don't touch no children nor women
Man don't wanna work 'cause they make
More P's in the kitchen trap line's ringing
Hope they will get out one day, God willing
Stuck in the ras clot system (Free them man)
Man think it's a joke ting
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Man dem still cigarette toking, yeah
They're still twos-ing and threes-ing
Control-S when I'm producing
D-A W still freezing
Yeah, nothing ain't changed
Nothing ain't gonna change either
A new badman's born every six
Months, man are like, "Oh shit"
Trust me fam, new dogs, old tricks
In the marshes, digging up old sticks
Blood, it's getting to the point where jail
Is coming like ras clot Napa '06
Locked up, you can still upload pics
Nothing ain't changed
Tell them again, rude boy
Nothing ain't fucking changed
(Fucking changed)
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
We've got bit's and bobs, plural
I'm out of this world like Pluto
I've got a style that's a bit unusual
You're in the game but you ain't got a clue
Though mummy don't want you to leave
The yard because she
Knows that you might not make it back
And when you made it back, you
Came back with a charge
Man dissed you so you had to make it clap
Cycle i'm a man that you just can't stifle
I was on road when I was on radio
Spinning MC's like a ras clot vinyl
I came up 'round Dean and Sammy dem
Came up 'round Easy and Eiffel
Got a lot of vibes on my Spotify
You can't ride on my wave, that's tidal
I'm a black man fighting for survival
You can't fool me
I've seen this over and over
And over and over
Things were bad from before and then
I seen the road get colder
I've seen man in a circle, jealous
Good energy endeavours
My success was ruffling feathers
We were the truth best-sellers
Now we do meetings, hands on
Table, nothing ain't promised
Gotta get stable
Could've been a single deal or major
Still will have shows for an indie label
Seen bare tings, I ain't gonna say all
That could've been fatal
Come so far from chopping up eight balls
Licking off twenty sales in the rainfall
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The mandem still billing it
The trap land, still killing it
Still can't take man for an idiot
(Are you mad?) the life you talk about
The man dem still living it
Drilling it, takе out the clip and filling it
Roll 'round the block and skid in it
Bust two shots in your wig, innit?
You bettеr know what side you're
On because there's no switching
Rule number one, no snitching
Don't touch no children nor women
Man don't wanna work 'cause they make
More P's in the kitchen trap line's ringing
Hope they will get out one day, God willing
Stuck in the ras clot system (Free them man)
Man think it's a joke ting
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Man dem still cigarette toking, yeah
They're still twos-ing and threes-ing
Control-S when I'm producing
D-A W still freezing
Yeah, nothing ain't changed
Nothing ain't gonna change either
A new badman's born every six
Months, man are like, "Oh shit"
Trust me fam, new dogs, old tricks
In the marshes, digging up old sticks
Blood, it's getting to the point where jail
Is coming like ras clot Napa '06
Locked up, you can still upload pics
Nothing ain't changed
Tell them again, rude boy
Nothing ain't fucking changed
(Fucking changed)
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
We've got bit's and bobs, plural
I'm out of this world like Pluto
I've got a style that's a bit unusual
You're in the game but you ain't got a clue
Though mummy don't want you to leave
The yard because she
Knows that you might not make it back
And when you made it back, you
Came back with a charge
Man dissed you so you had to make it clap
Cycle i'm a man that you just can't stifle
I was on road when I was on radio
Spinning MC's like a ras clot vinyl
I came up 'round Dean and Sammy dem
Came up 'round Easy and Eiffel
Got a lot of vibes on my Spotify
You can't ride on my wave, that's tidal
I'm a black man fighting for survival
You can't fool me
I've seen this over and over
And over and over
Things were bad from before and then
I seen the road get colder
I've seen man in a circle, jealous
Good energy endeavours
My success was ruffling feathers
We were the truth best-sellers
Now we do meetings, hands on
Table, nothing ain't promised
Gotta get stable
Could've been a single deal or major
Still will have shows for an indie label
Seen bare tings, I ain't gonna say all
That could've been fatal
Come so far from chopping up eight balls
Licking off twenty sales in the rainfall
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing
Nothing ain't changed
The man dem still beefing
Mums and dads still grieving
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain't cold, they're freezing