Cold Christmas - King Lil G

When you drop new songs they relate to

All your close friends wanna go & hate you

That’s when the police wanna go & raid you

And all the pretty little bitches wanna date you

I motivated me, no one else did

Apartment seven, that little broke kid

Wanted toys, my moms can’t afford it

My mama’s love became more important

All I ever did was eat rice and beans

I appreciated those types of things

Faded pants, no designer jeans

That’s when I said «Fuck that!

Man I’d rather dream.»

Maybe I don’t wanna be broke

Maybe I don’t wanna keep sleepin' on the floor

Maybe I don’t wanna be sad no more

From the things that I see every week at the store

I’m sorry if I embarrassed ya

I kept complaining at the register

Cuz you never bought me them wrestlers

It’s like having things was not meant for us

Thank you God for being next to us

I know some day you’ll start blessin' us

I know that’s why you gave me confidence

And mama gave me always that extra love

Cold Christmas

Young Boy I was just like you

Man you have no clue

When I told you

I had a cold Christmas

My father was gone

I felt so alone

Oh man, oh man, oh man

Cold Christmas

Tell me oh why (Tell me)

Tell me oh why (Just tell me)

Tell me oh why (Why?)

We never had them days

Cold Christmas

Young boy I was just like you

Man you have no clue when I told you

I had no Christmas

My best friend got a new bike

New clothes and some new Nikes

He kept braggin', I kept smilin'

I’m thinkin' «Homie them shoes nice»

I never got shit

Even though I got good grades

My little homie came through with some new J’s

I guess I gotta thank God

It’s a new day

If you didn’t get shit, what would you say?

Besides the truth

Mama loves me, I know she do

She been at work and the rent is due

And she has no man, that’s dependable

That type of shit ain’t acceptable

My mother still so affectional

Besides the fact, we got left alone

She still raised me respectable

She taught me to never go steal

Never be a thief, that will get you killed

Gave me advice, that gave me the chills

Never had money but I had a hot meal

She picked me up from school

I was hungry, she made me happy

With Mexican food

She made the greatest food

Mama I’m sorry I called you from jail

The feds put a hold so I got no bail

Got commissary, don’t even worry

I’ma make it by myself

Just pray for me

And say you love me

And respond to my mail

Just pray for me

And say you love me

I’m sorry if I fail

This to my little homies growin' up in watts

Hell yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin' projects

Or sometimes we don’t get to value family

And shit as much as we should

We too worried about materialistic things and all that bullshit

There’s only one thing you need to give a fuck about

And that’s family man, Oh yeah