Cold Game - Villain Park

Who done told you this game ain’t cold?

They done claim that your jump shot cold?

Who ain’t told you this game ain’t cold?

They make a tray for your soul

Now your life on they Lynch roll, oh!

Who ain’t told you this game ain’t cold?

Came off of the slave boat

Then hopped in the six fo, oh!

I be everywhere that you can’t go N-Y to Chicago, switch lanes in the range

rove, oh!

Better pray that your jump shot cold

My homies is down to ride as soon as I give 'em the go

You either a friend or a foe

The moral to the fact is a homie could shake your hand with the one that he

stabbed your back with

I got pride in my heart and pain that’s livin' inside

You either walk with God or dance with the Devil, gotta decide, you gotta

choose up homie, 5−0

Right on my side they might pull up on me, I might smoke a pig then slide

Ain’t no tellin' what Imma do with this homicide on my mind

Lord forgive me for my sins in this game I gotta survive, whoa!

Who done told you this game ain’t cold?

Better pray that your jump shot cold

It’s either that or you represent

Niggas for real, my tracks are

Can’t relax, if I do I won’t blow

Walk in the building my cojones to the floor

Whoever remembers those who came close?

Put the beat in the body bag the case closed

See, we can’t be beat

Hate this game not me

Me and my homies, mobbin' through these streets

We stay low-key, claim what y’all gone be

Talkin' through they teeth (oh yeah they comin'), nigga we gone see

I’m off the music and medicine, either usin' or sellin' it

You can’t get under my skin, insides protected by melanin

Ain’t nothing better than breaking the rules and accomplish something they

never did

Who at the top?

Bet I make 'em move out before they settle in

Increase the volume to the maximum

Put a price on my name catch 'em speaking 'bout me I’m taxin' 'em

Either I hop inside of the game and pray I make it far or buy a piece of land

and set up shop like Pablo Escobar

I bet they watch you with binoculars especially when you popular

Just to get a piece of the pie these niggas get to poppin' 'em

We do what we gotta do to get it there is no stoppin' us

Runnin' up in establishments got 'em ready to lock it up

It’s always winter time in this business so grab a coat

I’m like a rappin' chupacabra

I’m taking out all the goats

I had to break open the chains to get my feet on the plane

To touch the sky what you was fearin' I was never afraid, fuck the game

Who done told you this game ain’t cold?

Better pray that your jump shot cold

It’s either that or you represent

Niggas for real, my tracks are

Can’t relax, if I do I won’t blow

Walk in the building my cojones to the floor

Whoever remembers those who came close?

Put the beat in the body bag the case closed

See, we can’t be beat

Hate this game not me

Sometimes you gotta learn to love what you don’t like

Me and my homies, mobbin' through these streets

All these niggas out here man, they gon' throw a little pussy at ya

We stay low-key, claim what y’all gone be

But only one bitch can make you cum, you know what I mean?

I mean that money,

that green

Talkin' through they teeth (oh yeah they comin'), nigga we gone see