Cold Home Lyrics

I've been chillin' at the crib, it's getting real old

Chillin' at the crib, it's been getting real cold

Chillin' at the crib, but it don't feel like home

Chillin' at the crib, but it's getting real cold

People talking to me crazy, they've been getting real bold

I got stories about my past that only Lord knows

I'm tryna make plays like I'm in a Super Bowl

And I've been blessed since 97, that's what granny always told me

Y'all be focused on my career instead of your own

Only focused on that 2K and that war zone

And the crazy part about it is you see no wrong

I highly doubt you see yourself sitting on the throne

Yeah, you mentally trapped

What would you do if the demons came back?

Think about it mentally, tell me how you would react

Would you try to run away or would you try to attack?

If they was running in your lane, could you stay on the track?

Nah

Now let that sink in

You don't know how to glide in the wind

You only know how to survive when you win

And you don't know how to repent when you sin

Maybe it's the demons

I know that you've been running from depression

Maybe all the losses that you took, they gave you lessons

All that fire that's inside me gave me strength to keep on stepping

I keep climbing and that's word to AC, you know what I'm repping

And y'all stay on 2K, making different types of builds

Yeah, that's cool, but I'd rather make 10K in bills

I'm talking deposits and payments

I'm stacking all my cheese, I'm trying to feed my kid's kids, generation after generation

You can call me Tyler with all the things that I've been creating

I know that y'all tired of big bro and all my creations

But that's cool, cause if 10-year-old me saw me right now, He'd be proud and he'd say we made it

So how can I stress when I got my own back

All my haters so foul, ref, can you throw the flag

But trust I ain't tripping, I ain't even mad

I get love from my fam and I must give it back

I've been chilling at the crib, it's getting real old

Chilling at the crib, it's been getting real cold

Chilling at the crib, but it don't feel like home

Chilling at the crib, but it's getting real cold

People talking to me crazy, they been speaking real bold

I got stories about my past that only Lord knows

I'm trying to make plays like I'm in a Super Bowl

And I've been blessed since 97, that's what granny always told me

It's really crazy, some of y'all amaze me

Just listen to the message, not the tone

Instead of building a mansion that could be flipped for the equity

That could set the whole fam up, you'd rather be at home

cooped up and all alone

Aye don't be mad at me cause I'm speaking the truth

And tell your folks you love them, man, it's really no excuse

Man, I hope y'all feel the passion that I'm rapping in the booth

I'm a big boy now, so you know I'm hate proof

I've been chilling at the crib, it's getting real old

Chilling at the crib, it's been getting real cold

Chilling at the crib, but it don't feel like home

Chilling at the crib, but it's getting real cold

Got a tell the fam I love em way before the gravestone

Spend time with the fam, never knowing they gone

If you telling them you busy, then you really just folding

Family first and work second, that's what pops always told me