Cold

This ain't that shoot 'em up, that bang-bang bullshit nigga, nah
 This that real, this that shit you can feel
 Last year they put my homie on a shirt
 And even though I'm good with words, I can't explain how that shit hurt
 And don't ask me am I okay, that make it worse
 Another body in the dirt, swear to God the city cursed
 And we just tryna survive, I hope I live through 25
 Lord knows that I tried, I seen so many brothers die
 Take a look in my eyes, you see potential of a killer
 Take a look at my skin, you think I'm just another nigga
 First time I got robbed it was my guy, it was my homie
 Weeks later he died, but shit I still feel like he owe me
 Man, the city is crazy and half my niggas still in prison
 Still locked up in cages, praying to God and hope he's listening
 Having dreams, fantasies of one day riding on my enemies
 It's a shame that nigga used to be a friend to me
 Crooked police still tryna kill the black man
 And Brenda still throwing babies in the trash can
 But everybody gotta eat cause it get cold in the streets
 Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
 Lil' niggas carry heat cause it get cold in the streets
 Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
 They use the burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the streets
 Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
 $outh$ide CMD, man it get cold in the streets
 Cold in the streets, man it get cold, cold
 When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
 Understand life was hard so my story hard to tell
 It don't make sense goin' to Heaven with the virgins
 How I'ma live forever when my niggas probably burning
 Brains on the wall soon as I put the word in
 Blood stains on the Persian, brain cells on the curtain
 I come from the side where they shoot without feelings
 Selling crack out the building, killing women and children
 It's dangerous growing up in the rough
 Only Benjamin Franklin is the man I trust
 Even with nooses you kids couldn't hang with us
 Choppas like Pornhub, always good for a bang and a bust
 They screaming that crack kills, this the New Jack forreal
 Niggas letting bananas peel and shoot the diamonds off ya grill
 I hear 'em saying that they would but I know they never will
 I'm just tryna fill-up banks and R.I.P. to Uncle Phil
 But everybody gotta eat cause it get cold in the streets
 Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
 Lil' niggas carry heat cause it get cold in the streets
 Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
 They use the burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the streets
 Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets
 $outh$ide CMD, man it get cold in the streets
 Cold in the streets, man it get cold, oh