Freddie Gibbs, B.J. The Chicago Kid - The Coldest lyrics

[Freddie Gibbs, B.J. The Chicago Kid - The Coldest lyrics]

Bitch I'm ten toes in it
Not a fake a facade or a cloned image
Got an eraption when ya'll jumped in
The streets with my own spinach
Tryin' to get straight up off this shit
So that I can go on livin'
No song spinnin' so I resort
To this zone flippin'
Something must wrong with em
He takin' this shit for granted
Try to ride up in the house with no lights
You'll understand it
I can't teach ya how to dougie
But I can teach ya bout this thuggin'
Keepin' it thourough, keep
Your mouth closed, nigga
Keep it one hundred
Keep yo head up out my goddamn
Pocket and keep it pushin'
Keep the reefer keep the white keep
The sulfur just keep it cookin'
But keep in mind that any given
Day you can die for this
As I bag this dope I'm prayin'
One day that I could just
Make an honest piece of change
Prolly change the way I live mJ, fadeaway
I'm something niggas can't defend
Gangster Gibbs, straight out the fridge
Forty below no introduction needed cause
Niggas already know

You already know this
But I'm the motherfuckin' coldest
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I'm the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit


Really ain't shit if you
Ain't talk bout this
I'm runnin' raps around these rappers
Scratchin' em off my lists
She off that rocker so it's hard for
Her to stay off my dick
Tryin' get rich and let the
Dollars flow throughout my clique
So we can break bread
And never ever be broken
Yak tosin, these ID bitches on my balcony
Smokin we turns them out without a doubt
They mouth about to be open
She put her tongue on
Valerie while I'm strokin'
But I Jack Tripper
I'm that nigga playin it simple
Fresh out the G, the MTV
Check her credentials
Hey been a nigga figure since
The Jacksons left the city
Reppin' the hardest niggas ain't know that
We was rappin' in my city
And regardless if I got supporter
Backin' from my city
They'll remember me as the the nigga that
Got it crackin' for my city nigga
And on the mic I never have off nights
Cause every line I write
Is straight frostbite, nigga

And you already know this
But I'm the motherfuckin' coldest
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I'm the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit


I'm on fire
To keep the streets hot, that's my desire
And to hell with the labels
Till it's time for us to
Sit down at the table
If I don't focus on me tell me, who will?
And I speak from my heart
So you know I'm a keep it real
So much bullshit in the last six
Months tried to take my focus
But on a lotta situations them
People have to hocus pocus
If anybody ever asks a dumb question
Like "Will BJ make it? "
Give them a dollar and say "God bless you
Cause you must be a basehead"

And you already know this
But I'm the motherfuckin' coldest
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I'm the motherfuckin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the fuck I feel
So let me talk my shit

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