Tyrone Briggs - Cold lyrics

rate me

Young and putting work, hear it in my verses

Shutting down the circus, clowns just seeing your curtains

Niggas lack so much skill they got these labels hurting

The way they putting scrubs unto work you would think that they was nurses

Dudes ain’t doing nada, dudes ain’t doing nada

Don’t do shots, I don’t divide that, treat your rasta like Pearl Harbor

Got the whole burrow in the zone with me, whole damn city in the zone with me

Feel with Chris in the zone with me, take a lot of commission with no Diddy

All about the Benzies and nothing else but the mula

And anyway if you get in my way I’ll remove you

Break boats and flex every line, can’t have a nigga that’s cooler

I’m so ahead of my time, I could probably reminisce ‘bout my future

Growing up all I did was rep, what was left, niggas and women, they all but clowns

Make sure everyone that passed on us ‘cause I’m looking up and it all falls down

Honestly, possibly, had this shit, no walk in key

No longer called the underdog unless your bitch on top of me

Savage, y’all became so garbage, hypnotize, I’m big enough

To speed and float through your lean backwards

So it’s mark, ready, set it, go, put on those who neglected, no

Probably get it now but the house is built

But I’m outside, everything is simple, cold

Bottle cold

Yeah, dude let it up so I gotta hit it up

Bottle cold

Yeah, dude let it up so I gotta hit it up

It’s like I’m carrying garbage

Sick of who don’t know the difference between rappers and artists

If I’mma get it then know I’mma stack it regardless

Do what I do out here coming from the city with a bigger who out here

Coming from the city where they say it’s bruised out here

Got so many plastics I blues out here

So I’m proving that all that I’m doing be the same reason that dudes are still doing

Be the same reason that everyone’s doing the same thing as me, they don’t wanna be losing

If you make music then make it, my nigga, don’t be like them losers that’s making you chose it

While you be talking about all your problems you could be making up all the solutions

So what is you doing? Serving or ruling? You the recruiter you do the recruiting

Now you became doing the moving when niggas you hate with the dudes you were cruising

So you gotta watch this, crowd this, get it, got it

Me and my niggas be saddled first…we living hell on earth

We gangsters, hustlers, pranksters, busters, snitches, pimping

Got no time for this job, critics, bloggers, bitches, dramas, pledges

Has-beens, ‘cause this ain’t rhyme, nigga, this my life

What you expect to do when you get to school …

Put on for your fam and break the cycle with that shit you know

Did it myself, ain’t shit I owe, ain’t nothing to a nigga, been this cold

Bottle cold

Yeah, dude let it up so I gotta hit it up

Bottle cold

Yeah, dude let it up so I gotta hit it up