City Cold

[Intro: Bun B]

And I just put everything in-in-into my music

I put everything, all my pain, all my frustration, all my anxiety

I put it into the music

And it end up bein' one of the best albums I ever created

And that was Trill (G&B)

[Verse: Propain]

Yeah, it's lost souls everywhere like where the feelings go?

It's 'bout a hundred outside, but still my city cold

Go and get your ass some money all we really know

Pits like Itchy Road 'til we turn to Richie Poor

Shit, ha, that cream a bitch

Niggas risk they lives doin' dirt to get the cleanest whip, but

"Born to lose, racе to win" gon' be my theme for this

Wе rather let 'em see our death than let 'em see us quit

Let's take a stroll, though where I'm from it ain't a scenic trip

And the murder rate higher than once a fiend let that needle hit

Black traumatized homes, this ain't no easy fix

Poor like the fam' on Good Times, but ain't no TV script

The police come through all the time, they love to squeeze a clip

And we got front row to every shot like we got season ticks

(Fuck) Why he think he die to freeze his wrist?

Why he think she yearned about some ass, the double D's and hips?

My partners never knew 'bout family 'til they joined the B's and Crips

We don't know real love so we buy shit because we think it fix

Damn, my city cold

Yeah, my city cold

They pushin' cartridges at six like N64s

Chopper out the window, lettin' that shit sing like Billy Joel

It ain't no code around this bitch once them Benjis low

They even killed the ones who help the hood, put that on Nipsey soul

That Kobe scam money gone so niggas really broke

They over crumbs they turnin' niggas ghost like a 50 show

And our only option is send us to a destination

Or twenty-five to life or watch your mama bury her baby

And we so lost, don't even know we trapped in the mazes

So when nigga want better, they start lookin' at him crazy

But born to lose, race to win is when your ass escape

And turn nothin' into somethin', touch the ceilin' from the basement

Street niggas goin' legit, buildin' wealth for generations

Ever seen somebody put they homies on? That shit amazin'

Started broke, now I'm gettin' paid off they playlist

Nigga, I was homeless, real estate in four places

Ten albums later, did it without they favors

Now if you speak on my city, ain't a motherfucker greater

I rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it

Live at the Charlo fight, I bet a trip to Maui on him

Presidential suites, my residential for the weekend

Ain't talkin' 'bout the States, I'm talkin' yearly trips to Sweden

Me and my niggas out in Spain, some bitches from Ibiza

When you comin' from the slums, it's kinda hard to see this

I made it all from scratch, sometimes I can't believe it

Made it all from scratch