Lyrics Stories - Cold Chris

Yeh coldchris
I got a story to tell
Have you had a girl that's out of this world now?
Want to buy them diamonds and pearls now
But they turn on your back with a quick round
Then treat you like you straight out the dog pound
So hey do you not worry
Cold Chris bout to tell you some stories
My dawgs in trouble believe imma hurry
Toss em in a basket like I'm steph curry
Thought she was the best thing that happened to ya
But then she cut em off Nd went right through bruh
And half of these users will fool ya
That's right half of these users will fool ya
That's C-O-L-D not C-O-O-L tho I keep it cool as you can tell
hold on to me like I'm a rail
Follow my footsteps call it a trail
Business is booming phone ringing like bells
Cash amounts fat call it a whale
Music got flavor ain't dry and pale
Ur bars were plain dry and stale
People want Gucci, Nike, Channel
We need a change this world turning to jail
While our black folks rot inna cell
And that's all I gotta tell

I can tell a million stories
Cops killing blacks for racisms glory
Imma take charge like I'm nick fury
Racist judges always taking the jury
Sick of em shooting us like we targets
We just hungry folks out here starving
pulling us over like "what have we started"
get on with ur life and stop being cold hearted
They call us negroes, coons, and retarted
When they wrong us they wrongs never charted