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Mir Fontane
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Cold
This ain't that shoot 'em up, that bang-bang bullshit nigga, nah This that real, this that shit you can feel
Last year they put my homie on a shirt And even though I'm good with words, I can't explain how that shit hurt And don't ask me am I okay, that make it worse Another body in the dirt, swear to God the city cursed And we just tryna survive, I hope I live through 25 Lord knows that I tried, I seen so many brothers die Take a look in my eyes, you see potential of a killer Take a look at my skin, you think I'm just another nigga First time I got robbed it was my guy, it was my homie Weeks later he died, but shit I still feel like he owe me Man, the city is crazy and half my niggas still in prison Still locked up in cages, praying to God and hope he's listening Having dreams, fantasies of one day riding on my enemies It's a shame that nigga used to be a friend to me Crooked police still tryna kill the black man And Brenda still throwing babies in the trash can
But everybody gotta eat cause it get cold in the streets Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets Lil' niggas carry heat cause it get cold in the streets Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets They use the burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the streets Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets $outh$ide CMD, man it get cold in the streets Cold in the streets, man it get cold, cold Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Understand life was hard so my story hard to tell It don't make sense goin' to Heaven with the virgins How I'ma live forever when my niggas probably burning Brains on the wall soon as I put the word in Blood stains on the Persian, brain cells on the curtain I come from the side where they shoot without feelings Selling crack out the building, killing women and children It's dangerous growing up in the rough Only Benjamin Franklin is the man I trust Even with nooses you kids couldn't hang with us Choppas like Pornhub, always good for a bang and a bust They screaming that crack kills, this the New Jack forreal Niggas letting bananas peel and shoot the diamonds off ya grill I hear 'em saying that they would but I know they never will I'm just tryna fill-up banks and R.I.P. to Uncle Phil
But everybody gotta eat cause it get cold in the streets Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets Lil' niggas carry heat cause it get cold in the streets Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets They use the burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the streets Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets $outh$ide CMD, man it get cold in the streets Cold in the streets, man it get cold, oh
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