album cover
COLD TRUTH
Hip-Hop/Rap
COLD TRUTH 由 NON ORDINAIRO 於 2025年10月31日發行,收錄於專輯《 》中L!$TEN W!TH CAUT!ON
album cover
發行日期2025年10月31日
標籤NON ORDINAIRO
旋律
原聲音質
Valence
節奏感
輕快
BPM143

積分

演出藝人
KENN APOLLO
KENN APOLLO
演出者
詞曲
Antonio Bradshaw
Antonio Bradshaw
作詞
製作與工程團隊
KENN APOLLO
KENN APOLLO
製作人

歌詞

Hol up I pull out that fye and I’m ready for more
Talk on the net now he dead on the floor
Put racks on his head like I’m settlin scores
My lil one just slid he ain't checkin the door
My heart cold as ice I’m not lettin it throw
She suck me like leech now she beggin for more
We duckin the feds I ain’t dressin for court
My plug got the load up he sendin it north
I’m good in my trap I’m the legend of lore
I flooded my chain now it shimmer and roar
I stay with the flame like a chef when I pour
I’m watchin these rats like a predator boar
My demons get active you pressin for war
My clip got extensions not regular store
She give me the throat til her vocal was sore
Them blicky’s get hot got no time to ignore
My killas on go they not showin remorse
My stick got a beam and we turn him to gore
The backend just hit it came straight from the shore
We lit in the wraith like a fire decor
No talkin in codes we speakin' in war
Ain’t signin no deals I need me some more
They duck when we spin now they sleep on the floor
Got packs in the sprinter it reekin for sure
I can not be wasting time on a hoe
Said I’m a player I thought she would know
Hit from the back she grippin the throw
Keep me a stick like we doin a show
I do not hang with the opposite
I’ll pack up a lame like a operant
He was talkin online but in person but we caught him he sound like he whisperin down a bit
Why he walk with a stick like he confident, mixin the trauma shit up with the consequence
He just flex for the gram he incompetent act like a demon but cry when the problems hit
All that cap on a hoe I ain’t fond of it bro got receipts we exposin the documents
Why you tryna act woke but you obvious stealing my style then claiming you proud of it
**** talk like he slid but he dodgin it and your whole team goin ghost when it’s prominent
You been postin your pain like it's marketing but the real ones gonna know what the problem is
You perform like you fightin your father but sound like you textin your therapist
All that shit in your posts lookin perilous
Tryna heal through a chain and some arrogance
You show out for the likes it's embarrassing
You a bitch to the game I inherited
Every line you repeat sound nefarious
Like you whispered your bars in a marriott
I can’t fuck with a prick on some scary shit
You been buildin your fame off comparisons
Name a time that you shot hilarious
This a lesson in death not a narrative
I don’t fuck with no M.O.B if bitch ass **** ain’t stepping up for you
You screaming gang but nobody spin or even send pressure up for you
Why you posting threats with a quote and a verse like someone gon level up for you
Boy you know you just a echo in a room wit dick riders but they don’t got love for you
You the type to get jumped in a city you claim and your homies just duck up for you
You been beggin for smoke in the air now it’s thick in the sky and it’s covered up for you
Lord knows I don’t like these ****
Don’t dap, don’t mic these ****
No verse, don’t write these ****
Real talk, can’t hype these ****
Sometimes I wanna fight these ****
This **** a bitch
He just be dick riding ****
Never outside with his ****
Clout got him blind
He never ride with his ****
Swear he gon slide with his ****
He just a weak link, move like a bride to his ****
Still pick a side with his ****
Tell you the truth, I hope he die with his ****
Written by: Antonio Bradshaw
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...