"THE COLD" lyrics
Sango, Babyface Ray & G.T. Lyrics
(feat. Julian Andretti)
Yeah, wake up to sirens, concrete lullabies
Cracks in the ceiling like the pain in my eyes
Mama did her best the weight was too strong
Raised on welfare and some rap songs
Pops die I can't let his name go in vain
I learned to fight young in the heat and the rain
Buses run late but the hunger run deep
Dreams buried with the snow don't even sleep
It's cold in the D, and I ain't just talking the weather
Pain in my chest, gotta hold it all together
No hand to guide me, just shadows and prayers
Grew up all alone in a world that don't care
I'm still standing, negative scars and all
Trying to climb up a ladder even when it fall
Detroit raised me. Being broke made me
It's cold in the D, but that'll never change me
I came from the cold but I'm breaking the chains
Turned my struggles into strengths, turned my losses into gains
No father to show me, I became the God
Now my son got a boss standing right by his side
The city trying to fold me, left me in a storm
But I rose from the ashes, a legacy was born
I ain't just surviving, I'm changing the name
Breaking all the curses that was running through my veins
I ate up school lunch trays, I wore hand-me-down fits
Teacher said I was smart, I ain't believe her one bit
Friends got locked, some gone to the grave
Everyday a gamble when your life on the pavement
Learn to trust silence, keep my circle tight
Nobody to call just streetlights at night
A fire in my chest and a pen in my hand
Writing verses like maps trying to find who I am
Come on
How can I teach the way I learn, had to bump my head
My Pops told me but I did the opposite instead
Everything he said was right but I had to see
Moving wild living crazy till I had this dream
Legit ways doing something that I really love
No more worries for my Mama no more dealing drug
No more playing with these bitches no more in the club
You don't know who really with you till you in the mud
I can tell my partner dealing with some mental health
Ever since the fame came he ain't been his self
Can't focus on the present thinking about the past
Can't focus on the present trying to chase the bag
Stay focused hope you ain't living for the cheers
When you in the dark you gonna see who really there
Bro tired of the feds, it ain't been a year
I can't tell them how that feel I ain't never been
You know it's consequences when you get it in
Will never tell you do it I ain't never did it
Just me and my bitch in this life of sin
Sacrificing precious time just to feed the kids
Woke up saying I never drink again
This was soda I'ma ball till we meet again
I got the nine the harder voice like who he think he is
MOB wavy gang nation to the end
Dreams of counting swiss cheese at Genevieves
High end cigar Davidoff got better leaves
On the beach in Belize we feeling the breeze
It was all make believe, we still in them streets
Southeast they playing for keeps
You gotta look both ways you playing them streets
Niggas pulling up with drums ain't playing you beats
Seen so many of my partners cover in sheets
Paper chase we ain't got the same goals
Long nights and days in the same clothes
As long as the phone ring you know niggas ain't close
If you ain't grinding you know how the saying goes
You don't eat bitch
You get a cavity from thinking shit is sweet bitch
Got to love the grind like I'm fucking on the freak bitch
And that's the way till I'm dead or I'm seasick
Cracks in the ceiling like the pain in my eyes
Mama did her best the weight was too strong
Raised on welfare and some rap songs
Pops die I can't let his name go in vain
I learned to fight young in the heat and the rain
Buses run late but the hunger run deep
Dreams buried with the snow don't even sleep
It's cold in the D, and I ain't just talking the weather
Pain in my chest, gotta hold it all together
No hand to guide me, just shadows and prayers
Grew up all alone in a world that don't care
I'm still standing, negative scars and all
Trying to climb up a ladder even when it fall
Detroit raised me. Being broke made me
It's cold in the D, but that'll never change me
I came from the cold but I'm breaking the chains
Turned my struggles into strengths, turned my losses into gains
No father to show me, I became the God
Now my son got a boss standing right by his side
The city trying to fold me, left me in a storm
But I rose from the ashes, a legacy was born
I ain't just surviving, I'm changing the name
Breaking all the curses that was running through my veins
I ate up school lunch trays, I wore hand-me-down fits
Teacher said I was smart, I ain't believe her one bit
Friends got locked, some gone to the grave
Everyday a gamble when your life on the pavement
Learn to trust silence, keep my circle tight
Nobody to call just streetlights at night
A fire in my chest and a pen in my hand
Writing verses like maps trying to find who I am
Come on
How can I teach the way I learn, had to bump my head
My Pops told me but I did the opposite instead
Everything he said was right but I had to see
Moving wild living crazy till I had this dream
Legit ways doing something that I really love
No more worries for my Mama no more dealing drug
No more playing with these bitches no more in the club
You don't know who really with you till you in the mud
I can tell my partner dealing with some mental health
Ever since the fame came he ain't been his self
Can't focus on the present thinking about the past
Can't focus on the present trying to chase the bag
Stay focused hope you ain't living for the cheers
When you in the dark you gonna see who really there
Bro tired of the feds, it ain't been a year
I can't tell them how that feel I ain't never been
You know it's consequences when you get it in
Will never tell you do it I ain't never did it
Just me and my bitch in this life of sin
Sacrificing precious time just to feed the kids
Woke up saying I never drink again
This was soda I'ma ball till we meet again
I got the nine the harder voice like who he think he is
MOB wavy gang nation to the end
Dreams of counting swiss cheese at Genevieves
High end cigar Davidoff got better leaves
On the beach in Belize we feeling the breeze
It was all make believe, we still in them streets
Southeast they playing for keeps
You gotta look both ways you playing them streets
Niggas pulling up with drums ain't playing you beats
Seen so many of my partners cover in sheets
Paper chase we ain't got the same goals
Long nights and days in the same clothes
As long as the phone ring you know niggas ain't close
If you ain't grinding you know how the saying goes
You don't eat bitch
You get a cavity from thinking shit is sweet bitch
Got to love the grind like I'm fucking on the freak bitch
And that's the way till I'm dead or I'm seasick
