Lyrics The Cold Room - S2-E1, Pt.2 - WorkRate feat. Tweeko & Mixtape Madness

Elevate, this mix sounds mad
Nico-niss, I didn't even know
Sensei (sensei sensei)
Ay, Tweeko mix this ya know, it sounds cold
JB on the beat

From a young age, my backs been with it
All of us wise and violent vicious
Been a long 5 year ride, it's 3way
Flip my CV's, got numerous chingins
I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, that's minimum
I'm innocent, but they know who did it
There rin out of, district, dyin', stepped on
Tryna ching it, or rib it

If they said it, its facts
You can check my stats
When I talk bout rides I been working more
It's every time they ran, that I saw that hang
Yeah we jump-out-gang, tryna earth his boat
Get half his heart, when you back this ramz
3 Mindi's up, insert and blow

When I'm ridin' out, that's a certain bro
Young days, coulda cav from my personal phone
I pattern that dings, or rev that ped
Like, fuck the met, circle on souls
See a, too much chat, got hit in hat
When the 9-double-M bells burst his scope
Bros billin' up Rose, Got put in a pack
Told Darger "Yo, burn the smoke"
Bros billin' up Shak, Got put in a pack
Told Darger "Yo, burn the smoke"

From a young age, my backs been with it
All of us wise and violent vicious
Been a long 5 year ride, it's 3way
Flip my CV's, got numerous chingins
I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, that's minimum
I'm innocent, but they know who did it
There rin out of, district, dyin', stepped on
Tryna ching it, or rib it

If you've been where I've walked
You seen what I saw
Then of course my broski get my drift
I can talk that talk, cah I walk that walk
I really got more than 10 on my ching
I can add 4, I love my sword
I'm talkin' opps that bless my ting (hold that)
I ain't on risk, if you sell on the strip
No warnin' signs when you step on the Lix
Bare man soon home from birds no pigeon (free da guys)

But we done way more rallies, double digit
Free my whole batch, I miss my dargs
Soon back to the rides, and runnin' up digits
Mo Sallah with the X and the finish
Create a cool condition, shoulda been in my diggy
They ain't a vile, like gang it visim
More time it'll tine you, 1-2's visit

From a young age, my backs been with it
All of us wise and violent vicious
Been a long 5 year ride, it's 3way
Flip my CV's, got numerous chingins
I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, thats minimum
I'm innocent, but they know who did it
There rin out of, district, dyin', stepped on
Tryna ching it, or rib it

When this beef gets fryin', they ain't ridin'
If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'
Me and S g-checkin' a yute with out knifes out
Until we bucked it, foot chase from the sirens
Gotta find the local spot for the knifes
Now back to the hood, thank god and we sigh now
Done to much, had to give it a bait
Maximum 10 days, then its back to the ridin'

When this beef gets fryin' they ain't ridin'
Its always us tryna turn mans lights off
Were billin' that pack, and were billin' that pack
And they both got built, and its
Rely on Allah and all that I'll do for
All of your man, you respect and power
Rely on Allah and all that I'll do for
All of your man, you respect and power

Nico-niss, I didn't even know
Sensei (sensei sensei)