differentiate Lyrics

Nine on my waistline

Hoe, see Cold breathe

Die in the same night

See you hoe, need some dope

Rhyme on a bassline

Flow when I smoke tree

Nine on my waistline

Release it hoe, to your dome

Who do I hear every day? Cold

You look like you got nothing to say, no

All your tracks sounding the same, old

The room is silent when I came, hold

The beat, when I speak, you know that I'm clean

Don't dream, don't sleep, all I need is a sheet

Go deep, and feed on the words, that's my week

Freeze the fuckers, that are stepping to me

Blacked out, strapped up

Practice helter skelter

I'm fed up, back up

Got my shooters set up

You cannot step up

I flow like a delta

Am not a hack

Do it all by myself, huh

At night in my cave where I dwell

You die, if you fail not to tell

See, I don't care if I'm well

Can't threaten me, already living in hell

If you might try to find me

You'll begin to see red

Go hide, if you're not on my side

'Cause I go ballistic when I'm out my mind

Get high, then I slide

Cut off your head

Don't care what you said

Don't care about your flex

It won't make a difference

When I shoot you, you're dead

Don't care about your life

I'll take it instead

You're gunning for hype

And I'm gunning to stay

Don't bang on my line

Gon' make Jesus cry

I cannot decide

Gun or a knife

If your music behind

I don't care about your style

My enemies dread me

They're all terrified

Wearing A Cold Wall

I look like a killer

What's under my coat?

It's just a little hiccup

Put you in the fridge

Just like a filter

In the underground world

Ain't nobody bigger

Tell me or else your grave I dig

You thinking Cold is way too sick

If you don't get up off my dick

I'm telling Big to call that hit

Workout, feel like I'm Dwayne

Ball now, feel like I'm Wade

Ball so hard, feeling like Jay

The demons in range, I'm still going insane

No matter what, don't care what they will say

For simple fuckers that's just not the case

They follow trends solely to chase that fame

Innovate to make sure my tracks differentiate

Ignore all the pain, now I change my ways

Believe in myself but I think it's too late

I'm just a stain in a world of paint

You see, all your efforts will be in vain

Nine on my waistline

Hoe, see Cold breathe

Die in the same night

See you hoe, need some dope

Rhyme on a bassline

Flow when I smoke tree

Nine on my waistline

Release it hoe, to your dome