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COLD GAME
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COLD GAME wurde am 31. August 2026 von Heaven Aint Cheap LLC als Teil des Albums C'est La Vie veröffentlicht
31. August 2026
LabelHeaven Aint Cheap LLC
SpracheEnglish
BPM72
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Songtexte

Quarter water in my DNA, I'm a ghetto baby
Found out half these rappers really flaw, it was devastating
Easy come and easy go my ****
Denial is like a river plug them holes inside yo boat my ****
Currently dancing in this fire ducking third degree burns
I'm sparking thee herb until the room is an extreme blur
The sliver lining I'm so blessed sometimes it make me feel cursed
Ghetto Jesus I could heal em all or start scorching turf
The choice is yours
It ain't no sun without the moon
It ain't no peace without a war
Got twice the soul ain't talking shoes
I paid my dues and then some
How it's still a balance due
These mothafuckas think I'm dumb or something
Nah that can't be true
Scattered brain mastermind
My mama birthed a genius
And a psychopath
A heart of gold and erected middle finger
Fuck em all because I love em all, that's duality
Standing tall, I'd rather go a martyr than a casualty
World on my shoulders like straps on this jansport is
Hood philosopher, Aristotle in Air Jordans
Amen
You boo boo
You t'd
You turnt down
You thirsty
Knock knock
Ain't nobody home good thing I pop locks
I'm paranoid, seek and destroy I'm tryna pop tops
Like drop tops
Or sipping la croix cause fuck it why not
My dawg ain't got time to play consoles, too many black ops
So keep it low and stay on yo pivot, even off black top
Fuck them blue faces I need blue blood, I'm chasing BlackRock
Like how many assets can my black ass get
Can't be secure with them lil plays yo little trap phone get
Black Sox's cap modern day O'Shae in his prime
The stakes is high my vision tunnel only rival is time
Tryna lace my dawgs with audemars, a couple armored cars
Wipe the mud up off of all our paws we out the reservoir
They been barking up the wrong tree we busy branching off
Cause I can't leave without some money trees rooted in my lawn
Tryna peak inside my mind you gotta read between the lines
I offer vision to blind on how to live before you die
Don't wanna get use to the rain
Don't wanna be use to the pain
Oh baby it's a cold game, cold game, cold game
Don't wanna get use to the rain
Don't wanna be use to the pain
Oh baby it's a cold game, cold game, game
Written by: Akaash Chandra, Stanley Edwards
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