Cold Nights

[Intro]
Buckroll

[Verse 1: Skeamer]
Cold days surrounded by them long nights
The weather so cold, you'll catch a frostbite
Anytime and night, they on them pushbikes
Trappin' on the corner tryna get them new Nikes
And those were the days that I would risk it all (Risk it all)
I'm talkin' mad shootouts, not bunkin' school
We are not the same (Not the same)
I stay switchin' lames (Switchin' lames)
My nigga died, man, I pray I see his face again (Face again)
Potter P, Beezy and 22
We was grindin' in the streets, nigga, where was you?
Nigga, where was we?
Gettin' back for my niggas in the cemetery, facts
I got some unfinished biz still ridin' with this fifth
He know I'm gon' catch him, he know I'm with the shits
Blast him with the MAC and aim it for the dome
They wanna be the king, but I'm sittin' on the throne (But I'm sittin' on the throne)

[Interlude: Skeamer & Skore Beezy]
Ayy, Beezy, man's got studio today, you gonna be back in time?
Ah, I'm not even sure, you know, I'm out here, man, you know how it gets, bro
Ah, fuckin' hell, say no more

[Verse 2: Skore Beezy]
Long trips, I never tripped boy, I carry odes
Them fake dons left back like Danny Rose (Fake niggas)
Run down, we get two, that's how the tally goes
Most my opps some pussies, fassios (Ah)
I'm like Saliba, Skeamer's like Sadio (Get it?)
I gave no chat 'til I let the swammy go (Facts)
It's like halitos' beatin' like swammy shows
Don't slack, I get a pack gone, adios
Grew up where the strong survive
I knew wrong from right
Forget dons with pride
Got waps, not knives (Facts)
Never see 'em on the grind
Askin' why I'm smokin' all this Cali, freeze the mind
Lookin' at the slope, I didn't see the slide (Trust me)
No bustdown, but Joe, it came to freeze the time (Free 'em)
It's why I scream, "Free the guys" (Free 'em all)
I never had it easy, didn't see the signs

[Verse 3: Potter Payper]
I got feds on me like Stringer in his pager (Shh)
My light laser, my teeth sabre (Grrah)
Have Sabbah what they told me 'bout my homies 'cah
It's only someone who's close who can betray your soul
Now he ain't a paigon, he's just a traitor
And it's a dirty game, I mean it's cutthroat
Cutthroat like my toothbrush and my razor
Man knife stretch him like personal trainer (Shh)
School days, I shoplifted in my blazer (What a life)
I guess I'm just a G, it's in my nature
This clean heart is in my nature
Potter, please don't be fuckin' with my paper (Please)
I got a pack mentality, I was raised by wolves
I grew up in captivity, me and them four bulls
My and my two balls, I didn't need you then
They helped me see through them, it helped me back my talk
Keep the fame, you can have my thoughts
No shame, you can have my thoughts 'til I'm flatline, corks
For die