Cold Lyrics

I come from a place where you know it gets cold, so we got to go flipping the snow

I keep the jacket for juggling jugging and dripping, I'm driven to go

Black balaclava to come for the commas and cover the kid with the cloak

Dreaming of feeling the sun in the winter, but that don't mean shit to them though

I'm from a place where you know it gets cold, so we got heaters there

I'm from a jungle, stay up with the lions 'cause you know there's cheaters there

Bitches be missing on platinum plaque records, so I'm going to beat you there

Up in Toronto go Blanco for blanco was destined to freeze, I swear

I keep my vision on go, on a mission to stack, ain't no limit on road

I lost my bro, and I ain't been the same, working harder than ever to get out the snow

Closer to quitting than winning, but bitches were grinning, so winning I go

Want to put ice on my body, they wan' put my body on ice, but I'm already cold

Aim for the head like a red dot

Man, I made it from the bottom like bedrock

And I'm onto bigger things, yeah

From the stand onto the rings, yeah

Get it, get it, want it bad from a kid though

Got my foot up on the gas, lot of indo

Got a shot I cannot miss, yeah

Lot of weight up on the sixth, yeah

I'm from a jungle, they catch you from riches to rags, got to switch it and hop on a track

I swear to God I turned prey to the predator, breaking no bread, 'cause I starved, they got fat

Watch those around you, not feeding your dogs, then they quick to turn 'round and turn you to a snack

Balling like Kobe two thousand and four, but o five how I'm finna depart from the Shack

I swear to God they ain't give me no chance when I said that I want to perform at a show

Same ones who counted me out be the ones that be watching, and now I be counting their dough

I know I wasn't expected to make it, my class onto white-collar work, but it choke

I cannot work to make someone else richer, they living to die, man, I'm living to go

Stuck in a jungle, I feel like I'm George, but it snowing, so Jung be the name for the bag

Blowing the cash

Either you running for life, or you fight to get right, I'mma blast

I get the digits, I run it up

I run it fast, run it up

Shoot for the stars like astronomers

Coldest, man check the thermometer

I come from a place where you know it gets cold, so we got to go flipping the snow

I keep the jacket for juggling jugging and dripping, I'm driven to go

Black balaclava to come for the commas and cover the kid with the cloak

Dreaming of feeling the sun in the winter, but that don't mean shit to them though

I'm from a place where you know it gets cold, so we got heaters there

I'm from a jungle, stay up with the lions 'cause you know there's cheaters there

Bitches be missing on platinum plaque records, so I'm going to beat you there

Up in Toronto go Blanco for blanco was destined to freeze, I swear