Cold Streets
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Who does he think he is? I just told you who I thought I was G-code Facts I keep it solid in the rain It can change on me any day I'm just trying to stay cool, though It's gonna change every way All the pain in my eyes People changed on me, nothing changed Same bullshit, still ain't stopping nothing on my side See the movements, got them gassed up Cause I showed them how to move, piff Couple pounds, broke it down, y'all niggas couldn't do shit This ain't new to me, I been here before Get the pack, double back, moving zips by the store All black, Nike texture, there ain't no Christian Dior Try and stack it to the ceiling for sure Ain't they feelings for sure Like I'm the reason for they downfall Hate it cause I'm grindin', asking me to stay around more Nah, I'm good, homie Cause if it ain't about a dollar, then you plottin' and shit I wish you would, homie Cause you know how I rock If it's a problem, we resolve it with revolvers and glocks Apply pressure, and I ain't even gotta pull it I'm a boss, quarter shots Jersey nigga to the fullest Man, the streets can't cope Watch them niggas change on me Bitches change on me Niggas stayin' low-key, movin' like a OG Man, the streets can't cope Watch them niggas change on me Bitches change on me Man, the streets can't cope But I'm still slidin' through the P, slidin' with a whole P My only focus is to stack for the moment So if you cross me, then you lost me I ain't ask for condolence, you dead to me No, not just for the moment Talkin' forever shit, I'm better off just watch how I'm blowin' Follow the code, bitch, I'm startin' a movement Got me focused, bet they notice all the signs of improvement Haters try and block my shine, cause my vision the truest Top line, you wasn't ridin' in a Civic Side-intended on a mission, got us grippin' with extensions If you knew about us, then you knew about the trenches Niggas talk about the pain I spit the shit to make you feel it, I know This shit be touchin' the soul, right Shit be goin' left, I just pray that it go right Cause niggas must get old every night in the trap Cops comin', I keep it solid Shit, the code never crack, pussy Man, the streets can't cope Watch them niggas change on me Bitches change on me Man, the streets can't cope Woods stayin' low-key, move it like an OG Man, the streets can't cope But I'm still slidin' through the P's Slidin' with a whole P Man, the streets can't cope Watch them niggas change on me Bitches change on me Man, the streets can't cope So niggas stayin' low-key Move it like an OG Watch them niggas change on me Bitches change on me Slidin' with a whole P
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