Game So Cold - Footz the Beast, Berner

Yeah

I’m feelin' this one Q

This a classic

Pachino Life

These rappers is so old

Need to retire rap

Fuck with young Coz, 'cause I’m where that fire at

Come walk through my home

Yeah, I’ll take you inside of that

Inside my rap, still strugglin', but I know real cats admire that

I got a fam so most my time get applied to that

But I’m still hungry, see the fame, I desire that

I heard they sayin' I’m sweet now

'Cause I don’t run around strapped, tuckin' that heat now

And I ain’t in the mix, movin' P’s and keys now

'Cause I could make a hunnit-thou, fuckin' with beats wild

You not in my ball game

You dudes is small change

Ice and a couple hoes, is that what you call fame

A lot of cats hatin' on me

But most of 'em fakin', homie

The world is debatin' on me

I got her patiently pacin' and waitin' on me

They know the flow is so butter

Rap with the soul level brother

I’m so gutter

It’s no other

I’m so cold

So cold

So cold

Under pressure and won’t fold

'Cause homie I’m

So cold

So cold

So cold

Got rap in a choke hold

And homie I’m

So cold

So cold

So cold

I won’t fold

This street life is so cold

I’m holdin' my mom’s hands

And beggin' her don’t go

I’m watchin' my kids cry

The price on the brick’s high

Shit, I remember when they were goin' for 10−5

And now it’s like, losin' life is supposed to be easy

Now he lost his life over money

He was tryna' feed his child

And my young homie tried to send a brick or two

Be careful where you’re shippin' to

It’s been hard to get 'em through

But I’m in love with this lifestyle

This Kush is just so loud

I’m tryin' to slow down

My heart is just cold now

And trust me, them boys tried twice

But no, they couldn’t touch me

Bag full of dirty money

Used to ride around town with that thing on my lap

And now I’m stuck in the traffic

And while I’m weighin' these packs

I start to think about all I used to dream about

Cars, big houses, and money

How can they leave me out

I’m so cold

So cold

So cold

Under pressure and won’t fold

'Cause homie I’m

So cold

So cold

So cold

Got rap in a choke hold

And homie I’m

So cold

So cold

So cold

Conversin' with my O.G.

and burnin' on some Christmas tree

Ask 'em why don’t you please give me game on life mystery

Told me that we all born to die, so prepare to be

A maker of history and broken down misery

You told me every hustle that was ever born to struggle

Was forgivin by God, so I purchase the hard

Then I put it in the trunk

And I took a short trip

And I put it in the trap

And I make that brick flip

And it only took a Summer for my come up

Shorty had them units in the city doin' numbers

Fuckin' with the pretties of hoes, you remember

Tammy, Trenae, Melinda, Jacenta

Had all them hoes whippin' with a blender

Either that or carryin' them bags in the rental

And I done took my O.G.'s plug by December

They told that old man, homie, don’t trip, remember

I’m so cold

So cold

So cold

Under pressure and won’t fold

'Cause homie I’m

So cold

So cold

So cold

Got rap in a choke hold

And homie I’m

So cold

So cold

So cold