[Lyric] Cold (YoungFolks)

Verse 1

Let's go
I don't fuck with you no more
Grab a coat it's finna get cold
I see you on that fake shit, and that hating shit bitch, that shit old
I can't sleep at night
Dealing with, facing all this dumb shit
And my homies don't understand
I think I know why, I'm not basic
Cause I waited, I raised my kids I wouldn't trade it
When I record I go crazy
Kids look at dad like we made it
They say Young Folks is the greatest
I hustle hard for 'em to taste it
And to keep they mind off the matrix
I tame my lions until they face them

Chorus

Fancy lyrics, autotune, you must assume niggas got a gift
Off the flap, off the rip, off the dome, you must accept
Follower of my friend request
I'm doing my best with a lil' more stress
Team Youngfolksforever, lets go shopping cause it's time to flex
Verse 2

Lot on my mind, run outta time
Run up a check, time to grind
Meet your demise, it's pain in my eyes
Niggas hurting, it's time to rise
Life lies, roll the dice, Life lies, roll the dice
Twice
Grab the K and 9 shoot ten, 'til I feed all mine

Chorus

Fancy lyrics, autotune, you must assume niggas got a gift
Off the flap, off the rip, off the dome, you must accept
Follower of my friend request
I'm doing my best with a lil' more stress
Team Youngfolksforever, lets go shopping cause it's time to flex