So Cold

[Intro: Cozmo] Yeah I'm feelin' this one Q This a classic Pachino Life [Verse 1: Cozmo] These rappers is so old Need to retire rap Fuck with young Coz, 'cause I'm where that fire at Come walk through my home Yeah, I'll take you inside of that Inside my rap, still strugglin', but I know real cats admire that I got a fam so most my time get applied to that But I'm still hungry, see the fame, I desire that I heard they sayin' I'm sweet now 'Cause I don't run around strapped, tuckin' that heat now And I ain't in the mix, movin' P's and keys now 'Cause I could make a hunnit-thou, fuckin' with beats wild You not in my ball game You dudes is small change Ice and a couple hoes, is that what you call fame A lot of cats hatin' on me But most of 'em fakin', homie The world is debatin' on me I got her patiently pacin' and waitin' on me They know the flow is so butter Rap with the soul level brother I'm so gutter It's no other [Chorus: Cozmo] I'm so cold So cold So cold Under pressure and won't fold 'Cause homie I'm So cold So cold So cold Got rap in a choke hold And homie I'm So cold So cold So cold [Verse 2: Berner] I won't fold This street life is so cold I'm holdin' my mom's hands And beggin' her don't go I'm watchin' my kids cry The price on the brick's high Shit, I remember when they were goin' for 10-5 And now it's like, losin' life is supposed to be easy Now he lost his life over money He was tryna' feed his child And my young homie tried to send a brick or two Be careful where you're shippin' to It's been hard to get 'em through But I'm in love with this lifestyle This Kush is just so loud I'm tryin' to slow down My heart is just cold now And trust me, them boys tried twice But no, they couldn't touch me Bag full of dirty money Used to ride around town with that thing on my lap And now I'm stuck in the traffic And while I'm weighin' these packs I start to think about all I used to dream about Cars, big houses, and money How can they leave me out [Chorus: Cozmo] I'm so cold So cold So cold Under pressure and won't fold 'Cause homie I'm So cold So cold So cold Got rap in a choke hold And homie I'm So cold So cold So cold [Verse 3: Killer Mike] Conversin' with my O.G. and burnin' on some Christmas tree Ask 'em why don't you please give me game on life mystery Told me that we all born to die, so prepare to be A maker of history and broken down misery You told me every hustle that was ever born to struggle Was forgivin by God, so I purchase the hard Then I put it in the trunk And I took a short trip And I put it in the trap And I make that brick flip And it only took a Summer for my come up Shorty had them units in the city doin' numbers Fuckin' with the pretties of hoes, you remember Tammy, Trenae, Melinda, Jacenta Had all them hoes whippin' with a blender Either that or carryin' them bags in the rental And I done took my O.G.'s plug by December They told that old man, homie, don't trip, remember [Chorus: Cozmo] I'm so cold So cold So cold Under pressure and won't fold 'Cause homie I'm So cold So cold So cold Got rap in a choke hold And homie I'm So cold So cold So cold