Текст песни 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