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Текст песни "Mir Fontane — Cold"
[Intro]
Yeah
Check that shoot 'em up that bang bang bullshit nigga nah
Is that real?
It's that shit you can feel
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Last year they put my homie on the shirt
And even though I'm good with words I can't explain how that shit hurt
And don't ask me if I'm okay that make it worse
Another body in the dirt
Swear to god this city cursed
And we just tryna' survive, I hope I live to 25
Lord knows that I tried, seen so many brothers die
Take a look in my eyes, 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 own
Which later he died, but shit I still feel like he owe me
Man this city is crazy and half my niggas still in prison
Still locked up in cages prayin' to god and hope he's listenin'
Havin' dreams, fantasies when they ridin' 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 throwin' babies in the trash can
[Chorus]
But everybody gotta eat cause it get cold in the street
Cold in the street
It get cold in the street
Lil' niggas carry heat cause it get cold in the street
Cold in the street
It get cold in the street
They used to burn a [?] cause it get cold in the street
Cold in the street
It get cold in the street
Southside [?] my nigga cold in the street
Cold in the street
My nigga cold
[Verse 2]
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Understand life is hard, so my story hard to tell
It don't make sense goin' to heaven with the virgins
How Ima live forever while my niggas probably burnin'
Brains on the wall soon as I put the word in
Bloody stains on the Persian
Brain cells on the curtain
I come from the side where they shoot without feelins
Sellin' crack out the buildin'
Killin' women and children
It's dangerous growin' up in a [?]
Only Benjamin Franklin is the man I trust
Even with nooses you kids couldn't hang with us
Shoppers like PornHub, always good for a bang and a bust
They screamin' that crack kills, this is new Jack for real
Niggas lettin' bananas peel then shoot the diamonds off ya' grill
I hear 'em sayin' they would but I know they never will
I'm just tryna' fill up banks and R.I.P to uncle Phil
[Chorus]
But everybody gotta eat cause it get cold in the street
Cold in the street
It get cold in the street
Lil' niggas carry heat cause it get cold in the street
Cold in the street
It get cold in the street
They used to burn a [?] cause it get cold in the street
Cold in the street
It get cold in the street
Southside [?] my nigga cold in the street
Cold in the street
My nigga cold
