Slayter - COLD

Текст песни

Used to be my dawg we went separate ways
I got doors open Heaven’s 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 the diss me
Me and shorty used to fuck around now she miss me
Sipping 1942 'til we tipsy
In an all-blue Benz jamming Nipsey
Yeah‚ and I’ma let the instrumental cry
Smoking on exotic looking at the sky
And I be in my head so I wonder why
Why all the real niggas gotta fucking die?
Niggas talking on me but they smile in my face
My nigga just worrying about 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 had 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 that’s just a plus nigga
Just to let them 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 so I wonder why
Why all the real niggas gotta fucking die?