paroles de chanson Fears - Deniro Farrar
Yo,
KOBK
the
murder
gang
Shit
Free
Tune,
That's
my
bro
Yo,
I'm
the
fucking
coldest
In
the
hood
tryin'
to
make
it
out
So
what
the
fuck
they
mad
'bout?
Rappers
in
my
city
don't
want
me
to
make
a
route
Jackers
goin'
jack
so
I'm
prepared
to
take
'em
out
Baby's
on
the
way
I
ain't
got
a
dime
Just
a
choppa
to
my
name
and
these
books
of
rhymes
All
alone
in
a
room
with
this
crooked
mind
Watchin'
rappers'
videos
knowin'
I
can
take
their
shine
Calm,
tell
me
be
patient,
and
take
my
time
I
be
strugglin'
too
long
now
I'm
takin'
mine
What
good
is
bein'
hot
if
nobody
notice?
That
in
a
room
full
of
rappers
I'm
the
fucking
coldest
Only,
tells
me
some
things
I
don't
wanna
know
And
I
can't
Tells
me
some
things
I
don't
wanna
know
(I'm
the
fucking
coldest)
No
I
can't
Mind
over
matter
but
the
matter
is
The
fact
that
we
live
with
no
time
to
give
Our
fam,
we
thowin'
money
at
our
kids
They
be
starvin'
for
knowledge
and
I
can
see
their
ribs
No
ambition
for
college,
they
sittin'
at
the
crib
Sellin'
drugs,
probably
be
the
next
gettin'
killed
On
the
block,
there's
30
more
just
like
'em
I
don't
pawn
til
those
crackers
come
a
reindict
'em
Chain
smoking
blunts,
now
they
searchin'
for
a
title
That
you
earned
in
the
hood
cause
you
shot
a
rifle
Guns
make
niggas
feel
tall
like
the
Eiffel
Til
somebody
shoot
'em
down
and
their
body
stiffle
Fuck
a
magazine,
need
to
read
a
Bible
But
the
preacher
steal
money
for
his
own
survival
Or
maybe
I'm
just
takin'
notice
That
in
a
room
full
of
rappers
I'm
the
fucking
coldest
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