Deniro Farrar Fears
In the hood, tryina make it out
So what the f..ck they mad about
Rappers in my city don't want me to make a route
Jackers gonn jack so I'm prepared to take em out
Leggers on the way and I ain't got a dime
Just a choppa to my name and this book of rhymes
All alone in the room with this crooked minds
Watching rappers videos, knowin I can take they shine
Can't tell me be patient just take my time
I've been struggling too long, now I'm talking mine
What good is being hot if ain't nobody nodes
That in a room full of rappers I'm the f..cking coldest, yo
Only, tells me some things I don't wanna know
And I can't walk
Tells me some things I don't wanna know
I'm the f..cking coldest
Mind over matter but the matter is,
The fact that we live with no time to give
Our fam, we throwing money at our kids
They be starving for knowledge and I can see they ribs
No ambition for college they sittin at the crib
Selling drugs, prolly be the next getting killed
On the block, it's 30 more just like em
I don't pawn to them crackers, come and re endite em
Chain smoking, blunts, now they searching for a title
That you earn in the wood cause you shadow rifle
Guns make niggas feel tall like the eiffel
Till someobody shoot em down and they body's die for
f..ck a magazine, you need to read the bibble
With the preacher stealing money for his own survival
Or maybe I'm just taking notice
That in a room full of rappers, I'm the f..cking coldest
Only, tells me some things I don't wanna know
And I can't walk
Tells me some things I don't wanna know
I'm the f..cking coldest.
