Cold - Mir Fontane: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Cold

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Hip-Hop

Cold was released on June 23, 2017 by 300 Entertainment as a part of the album Camden

Song Details

Release DateJune 23, 2017

Label300 Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM83

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mir Fontane

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mir Fontane

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kenif Muse

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

This ain't that shoot 'em up

That bang, bang bullshit

****, nah

This that real

This that shit you can feel, yeah

[Verse 2]

Last year they put my homie on a shirt

And even though I'm good with words

I can't explain how that shit hurt

And don't ask me, am I okay?

That make it worse

Another body in the dirt

Swear to God the city cursed

And we just tryna survive

I hope I live through twenty five

Lord knows that I tried

I seen so many brothers die

Take a look at my eyes

You see potential of a killer

Take a look at my skin

You think I'm just another ****

[Verse 3]

First time I got robbed it was my guy, it was my own

Weeks later he died, but shit I still feel like he owe me

Man, the city is crazy and half my **** still in prison

Still locked up in cages

Praying to God and hope he's listening

Having dreams, fantasies of one day ridin' on my enemies

It's a shame, that **** used to be a friend to me

Crooked police still tryna kill the black man

And Brenda still throwin' babies in the trash can

[Verse 4]

But everybody gotta eat 'cause it get cold in the street

Cold in the street, it get cold in the street

Lil **** carry heat 'cause it get cold in the street

Cold in the street, it get cold in the street

They use a burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the street

Cold in the street, it get cold in the street

Southside CMD, it get cold in the street

Cold in the street, man, it get cold

[Verse 5]

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

Understand life was hard

And so my story hard to tell

It don't make sense goin' to Heaven with the virgins

How I'ma live forever

When my **** probably burnin'

Brains on the wall soon as I put the word in

Blood stains on the Persian

Braincells on the curtain

I come from the side where they shoot without feelings

Selling crack out the buildin'

Killin' women and children

It's dangerous growin' up in the rough

Only Benjamin Franklin is the man I trust

Even with nooses, you kids couldn't hang with us

Choppers like Pornhub, always good for a bang and a bust

They screamin' that crack kills, this is new jack for real

**** lettin' bananas peel then shoot the diamonds off your grill

I hear 'em sayin' they would but I know they never will

I'm just tryna fill up banks

And R.I.P. to uncle Phil

[Verse 6]

But everybody gotta eat 'cause it get cold in the street

Cold in the street, it get cold in the street

Lil **** carry heat 'cause it get cold in the street

Cold in the street, it get cold in the street

They use a burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the street

Cold in the street, it get cold in the street

Southside CMD, it get cold in the street

Cold in the street, man, it get cold

Oh

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