Cold Cardiac Lyrics

Step up in the game

You ain't ready for the madness

Go and get the matches

Yeah they tryna match this

Started writing lyrics just so I could cure my sadness

Then what happen?

I went crazy with a mad pen

Let the pad spin

As I down another shot

Go and jot another song I know I got a lot

Chillin at the spot

Lyrics on the skillet hot

Always smoking up the pot

With a bottle full of pop

Go and watch this kid rock

As I drop a couple bars

Take a couple shrooms while we look up at the stars

Go and take ya ass to Mars

Grew up with the homies always Ridin' on our bikes

Ducked off in the woods we were smoking on a pipe

We were living good we were living right

Now I see 12 year olds tryna recreate a dirty sprite

What the fuck man

This world just sucks man

man outside of Walmart tryna get a buck man

Yeah good luck man

I barely got a buck myself

And I'm working 10 a day

put the bread up on the shelf

Yeah this life is hell

But I'm going crazy at it

Always Rollin bud

I'm high up like a attic

Grew up doing drugs

Now my brain is turnin static

Young Dust is selling dope

And he's making addicts

Lockem up in a jail

He gets systematic

Becomes a free man

Yeah now he's right back at it

Whatcha want

Whatcha need

Thinking I'll just stick to weed

That bugging shit just ain't for me

Leave that shit just for the fiends

Had a couple homies go and choose their own lane

Do their own thang

Get the gold chains

Also had a couple homies that got locked in

We'll see you boys if you get out but no you ain't forgotten

Just want a few dollars I can go get lost in

Tell the teller write in my win

Cause I'm betting on me

No these rhymes ain't free

I'm serving up these rhymes with some southern iced tea

I don't wear Nik-es

Just gimme vans please

But it's fuck a name brand

I wear what I need

And all I need is this shirt up on my back

A Decent microphone

Some weed and some wraps

Some decent dope beats

And a bed where I can nap

I Wake up everyday

hit the booth

I'm living for these raps

Cause withoutem I'ma kamikaze

Drugged up zombie

Alcoholic wombat

strap your boots boys your man's ready for combat

I know these other rappers yeah yeah they don't want that

So we kick back smoke their ass like a blunt pack

#1 spot yeah I want that

Coming for these rappers heads

Go ahead and swing the bat

Gottem too quick they just cant react

Knocked em out

brain dead

Yeah homie

it's cold cardiac