Cold Nights ft. Ja'el Lyrics

I cannot tell these niggas real, most of these niggas fake

You ain't fuckin' with me, fuck you, I got a long time to make mistakes

Hold on, San, that's that nigga, flexin' and servin' weight

Za bags get you loaded, country niggas always flake

Cold nights, it done been so many cold nights

Stuck up in them trenches, know you gotta play your role right

Get your soul right, man, you better get your soul right

All my niggas dyin', man, I thought we had a long life

I go for it, take a loss, cause I'm always gettin' somethin

I remember nights on Glade when we really smoked a hundred

Stack up, tryna save, cause I love all this money

I was here and feedin' sharks, but I was wantin' really hungry

Stop being beneficial, see you really fuckin' with you

Niggas call me all the time, just a sorry fuckin' issue

Fuck her good just one time, go, hey, baby, use the tissue

All that crime, tryna disguise that you really want some friends

Stick my hands in my pockets, all I ever felt was lint

Turned out into a zit, won't make it, shit, I had to quit

Drinkin', servin', junkies feelin' in love with hella flips

Finessin' all these bitches, knowin' they daddies payin' for this

Soon as I get rich, buy a Sonic Chauffeur

Niggas steady crashin' whips, gotta send them

And I'm sorry, but shit, you won't make it outta this

And then what the fuck you sayin', we got a land around this bitch

Cold nights, it done been so many cold nights

Stuck up in them trenches, know you gotta play your role right

Get your soul right, man, you better get your soul right

All my niggas dyin', man, I thought we had a long life

Cold nights, hands shakin', posted in the winter

Sippin' Henny to keep me warm in the middle of December

You remember, nigga, no ride to get us home

Walk from the west to the east with my bitch up on my phone

The police search my clique, goddamn, leave us long gone

I was just chillin' with him, now I can't believe he gone

My daddy in my life, but he ain't live at the crib with me

Jumped in the streets, that's what instilled all this shit in me

Move like a gangster, jizzle, keep your life a mystery

Shoutout to all the OGs who kept comin' through assistin' me

Cold nights, back of the projects where we roll dice

Bullets get to flyin', boy, you better grip your pole tight

My dog committed suicide, I guess this shit is do or die

I'm really cut from that cloth, that's the difference between you and I

Make sure your shoes are tied, one slip, you outta here

The streets cold, nigga, we don't know who gon' die this year

Cold nights, it done been so many cold nights

Stuck up in them trenches, know you gotta play your role right

Get your soul right, man, you better get your soul right

All my niggas dyin', man, I thought we had a long life