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Cold Coffee
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cold Coffee was released on November 27, 2025 by Digital Graffiti Studios as a part of the album Therapy: Side B "Therapy in Motion"
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Release DateNovember 27, 2025
LabelDigital Graffiti Studios
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
P. Motion
P. Motion
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorael T. White
Jorael T. White
Composer

Lyrics

Scale the walls in my neighborhood
Posted by those murals
Climb the ladder to success
Fireman I ain’t no Hero
I was Robin Hood every night
Mr. Gloves selling white
Home evasive fuck yo territory
Bitch come earn it back
Changing cars every night
Houdini this the greatest escape
This another song about some
Motherf***** numbers
Seventeen-five on eighty-five
We in the Jungle with it
Hi-Point known to jam we go to war
I keep some extra mags
Double tap hit Em' where it hurt
Broke Em' like some glass
Prefer my coffee black
While strolling through the
Check yo Alignment kid
Spin the block again
My squad just block them in
In and out of focus
Blacking out
Guess its purgatory
G.S.P and D.O.T
(Yeah)
They know I earn my stripes
O.T.R on and off them E-ways
It was every night
Running up the backend
Weigh the money
What a Lavish life
Moral of the story don’t get caught
Or you gone pay the price
G.S.P and D.O.T
(Yeah)
They know I earn my stripes
O.T.R on and off them E-ways
It was every night
Running up the backend
Weigh the money
What a Lavish life
Moral of the story don’t get caught
Or you gone pay the price
Tuck my pistol grab the paper
Birmingham on Monday nights
Pull up Tuesday check in with the homies
Then I’m out of sight
Bomb threats
Fuck them Neon lights
I’m moving dynamite
Stripe it down hide it in the walls
You gotta love this life
At seventeen I was navigating
Fully load navigator
Barely I my license for that road
But I was navigating
Warner brother cinema
S***** with know enema
Nervous then a Motherf*****
Praying they don’t find the butter
They stripped it down ain’t find the butter
Now I’m back up on the road
D.O.T right on my trail
Catch that E-ramp then I’m gone
Spent two years behind that steering wheel
Surprised they let me go
I was running them Sak Pasè
We was F***** up the road
G.S.P and D.O.T
(Yeah)
They know I earn my stripes
O.T.R on and off them E-ways
It was every night
Running up the backend
Weigh the money
What a Lavish life
Moral of the story don’t get caught
Or you gone pay the price
G.S.P and D.O.T
(Yeah)
They know I earn my stripes
O.T.R on and off them E-ways
It was every night
Running up the backend
Weigh the money
What a Lavish life
Moral of the story don’t get caught
Or you gone pay the price
Written by: Jorael T. White
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