Lyrics These Streets Are Cold - Ka-Flame
Another
day,
another
dollar
Just
on
the
grind,
to
keep
it
coming
in
Don't
waste
my
time,
you
want
some
tracks
My
nigga
come
and
spend
A
couple
hundred
on
some
beats,
and
I'm
gone
set
you
straight
I
know
we
both
are
trying
to
eat,
but
who
gone
set
the
plate?
Used
to
get
them
for
the
free,
that's
how
I
let
you
ate
But
niggas
got
greedy,
they
damn
near
scraped
the
plate
Perpetuate
and
falsify,
the
shit
you
still
believe
Don't
let
them
tell
you
different,
cause
you
can
still
achieve
And
though
it's
lonely
at
the
top,
I
still
can
feel
the
breeze
Though
I
moved
out
the
hood,
I
still
don't
feel
at
ease
I
guess
I
suffer,
from
that
post
traumatic
stress
Solo
in
my
lab,
when
my
flow,
is
at
it's
best
Spazzing
out
on
rappers,
another
closed
chapter
Friends
come
and
go,
but
the
money
goes
faster
So
stack
it
tall,
keep
it
coming,
till
you
have
it
all
Another
album,
getting
added
to
my
catalog
These
streets
are
cold,
it
can
turn
you
to
a
savage
dawg
And
I
ain't
lying,
they
out
here
trying
to
tap
ya
calls
They
shooting
shots,
and
I
ain't
talking
basketball
They
only
love
ya,
on
that
day
they
see
ya
casket
fall
These
streets
are
cold,
it
can
turn
you
to
a
savage
dawg
And
I
ain't
lying,
they
out
here
trying
to
tap
ya
calls
They
shooting
shots,
and
I
ain't
talking
basketball
They
only
love
ya,
on
that
day
they
see
ya
casket
fall
Real
talk,
I
swear
this
shit
get
drastic
yall
Self
snitching
on
the
gram,
how
they
flash
it
all
Showing
money,
showing
guns,
and
they
showing
dope
But
ain't
nobody
showing
love,
when
you're
going
broke
Then
them
niggas
out
of
sight,
nowhere
to
be
found
Buying
Birkin's
for
that
trick,
you
thought
that
she
was
down?
Look
around,
pay
attention
to
yo
circle
nigga
It
can
be
yo
own
fam,
out
to
hurt
you
nigga
Don't
be
dealing
with
these
rats,
I'm
revealing
on
these
tracks
That
they
treat
me
like
a
villain,
cause
I'm
killing
them
with
facts
How
can
you
fix
your
mouth?
to
say
my
music's
whack
It's
the
Realest
of
Real,
Bitch
I'm
back
If
you
had
to
second
guess
it,
then
you
had
to
lack
the
message
Open
up
ya
eyes,
it's
real
rapping
in
ya
presence
A
King
to
them
peasants,
best
to
make
it
known
Claiming
you
a
Gangsta,
but
they
don't
live
that
long
because
These
streets
are
cold,
it
can
turn
you
to
a
savage
dawg
And
I
ain't
lying,
they
out
here
trying
to
tap
ya
calls
They
shooting
shots,
and
I
ain't
talking
basketball
They
only
love
ya,
on
that
day
they
see
ya
casket
fall
These
streets
are
cold,
it
can
turn
you
to
a
savage
dawg
And
I
ain't
lying,
they
out
here
trying
to
tap
ya
calls
They
shooting
shots,
and
I
ain't
talking
basketball
They
only
love
ya,
on
that
day
they
see
ya
casket
fall
Yea,
I
swear
these
streets
are
cold
nigga
This
shit,
will
eat
ya
soul
nigga
Ya
best
to
play
ya
role
nigga
Everything
that
glitters,
it
ain't
gold
nigga
These
streets
are
cold
nigga
Swear
this
shit,
will
eat
ya
soul
nigga
Best
to
play
ya
role
nigga
Stand
tall,
never
fold
nigga
1 Establishing Dominance
2 The King's Alive
3 Legend of the Underground
4 Motivational Purposes, Pt. 2
5 Paper Addiction
6 Living Life In The Left Lane Pt. 2
7 Hostile Environment
8 For Obvious Reasons
9 Séance of Healing Energy
10 Drifting Away
11 Bedroom Conversations
12 Preoccupied
13 Public Service Announcement
14 Lonely At The Top
15 These Streets Are Cold
16 Unaccredited
17 Reassurance
18 Intrusive Thoughts
19 Keep it Coming
20 The Conundrum
21 Asking For Too Much
22 Fragments of Nostalgia
23 Monumental Moments
24 Exposure
25 Contested Divorce
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