Cold

Nights get cold

Shit, my city cold

Shit, my heart turned cold

City cold, walking through the snow to get to studio

Roll the dope, po up some Patrone, make my maneuvers bold

Press record, watch how I perform, my life a movie role

She popped a half, hopped out on the flo, and hit the tootsie roll

That's whoa, that's whoa

E.P.T we took backroads

These other niggas in the city under our shadows

Pack stog, then we pass up all of they plateaus