Ghostwridah I'm Cold
Got them …folded, I don’t think they wanna see me
Was loving hip hop before that chick was yelling sd
I told them I don’t play these other rappers spitting pe
Gotta cut my legs off, the only way gonna defeat me
And discreetly, I be somewhere on the rise
I took her to Felipe, she asked me do it come with fries
She don’t know no better
And me I’m cold as ever, my women hot as f..ck
I used to wanna be rich, but lately it’s not enough
A lot of prada stuff, I throw it to my homies
And keep a bag of franklins to console me when I’m loney
All you phoney niggas fall the f..ck back
Give me leg room, sleeping on me
Still I’m sending Freddie to your bedroom yeah
[Hook]
I’m here, tell these haters I’m here
Fucking up niggas dreams, I’m the one that they should fear
Hustling by the minute, feels like I ain’t slept in years
Still in love with my future, pissing on the from the lim
Motherfucker I’m cold, motherfucker I’m cold
Ah, motherfucker I’m cold
Out here doing me, I never asked for your opinion
I’m focused on what matters, that’s the reason why I’m winning
If I’m sinning, best believe a hell mary gonn follow
She wanna eat forever, so tonight she down to swallow
Call it that sleepy hallow, now that line is overused
Walk around in my socks, feel like a fitted open shoes
Know it moves out my vein, the smell of victory is so sweet
See me withy my lady bitch, you better give me forfeit
No sleep, more checks, recipe for more stress
Married to the future, put my baby in that dope dress
So fresh, every time you see me it’s a fearful
Can’t be number 2, won’t even scribble with a pencil
[Hook]
I’m here, tell these haters I’m here
Fucking up niggas dreams, I’m the one that they should fear
Hustling by the minute, feels like I ain’t slept in years
Still in love with my future, pissing on the from the lim
Motherfucker I’m cold, motherfucker I’m cold
Ah, motherfucker I’m cold
Ah, motherfucker I’m cold
Repping for the life and you won’t see another logo
I came up in this bitch and got it jumping like a pogo
I get it solo, and by the grace of gods
My talents will be the reason I will never rek a yard
And applause I don’t need them
I’m from where niggas clapping, get it popping all season
Never leave the scores even, if you breathing
I’m the one you should believe in
The game needs a medic, I’m just here to stop the bleeding.
