The Cold Room - S2-E3

[Intro]

Elevate, this mix sounds mad

X10

Rah

Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo-Jokxh

Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold

Look

[Verse]

I step foot in the T, heard Peaches ask for a light

No use if I bring him a lamp (No use)

Normal procedure, far from a eediat

A yute's in the toilet tryna un-bank (Come here)

Since out as a day, I'm rentin' the room

If the neighbors ask, I'm a tenant (Mind your business)

My young boy knows that he can't come under

Nine out of ten, I'll cheff him (Or less)

This bin bag ain't carryin' rubbish

Clear by the smell, it's bud that's gettin' transported

Cover my face when I'm buyin' a voucher (Why?)

Can't link me when gettin' recordings (Ok)

Switch up the Ray G, put on a buzzer

'Cah first when I'm good in the mornin'

So you ain't ever been OT from the pigs?

I'll still take a pic' for a school kid

Fans keep tellin' me "Yo, you should rap"

Or a Gina tryna give my numbers (On god)

I swear on my life, I'll die if I cap

I been wettin' guys, first try with the cutters (I'll cut)

With the blade, he's shaky, it ain't no maybe

No, he can't ride along (Rollin')

Band-Band-Band-Bands got nicked with the wap

And the front had attachments, tightened on

I got bro that's whether he's right or wrong (On god)

But of course them yutes, they was raised up different

The way his sham denied his involvement

The card that he played is there, just siblings

Can't condone that? Yeah, safe

But what can I say? We're just different (Yeah)

I heard brodie done bored up ****

Again I laugh 'cah it's what I predicted (On my life)

Not once in my life, red Volvo, you bumped your head, 'nough basic livin'

Any jail I step at and crash

I done that from a young age, I'm bitten (No asks)

Nowadays, you can catch me on the weekday in tapes

Some basic bitches

You'll probably say you hit it

That's a young boy tale, always say I didn't

Italian stamp on the steerin' wheel

Got shawty in the back tryna act a fool

Blood red seats in the doubler truck

Now, the stars in the roof, I'm a astronaut

Lookin' at bro like this rap might work

We come a long way from the astro-turf

My young boys wan’ mash that work

Keep askin' me how the Astra work

Tell bro "Spin round, who you capture first?"

Bring the spins out, let the mash go burn

Buss one, make all of them fly like birds

I know you ain't dumb, put your nank and work

I don't think that he'll run back, he's doin' the jerk

They know that we done that, jump out the 9X

Tryna put man on the road to church

The vibes on us get burst