The Cold Room - S2-E1, Pt.2

[Intro]
Elevate, this mix sounds mad
Nico-niss, I didn't even know
Senseii
Aye, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold
JB on the beat

[Chorus]
From a young age, my batch's been with it
All of us wise and violent, vicious
It's been a long five year ridin' spree
Why you think my CV's got numerous chingings?
I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, that's minimum
I'm innocent, but they know who did it
There ain't an opp district that I ain't stepped on
Tryna ching it or rip it, rip it

[Verse 1]
If I said it, its facts
You can check my stats
When I talk 'bout rides, I been workin' most
Every time they ran, that I saw that hang
When we jump-out-gang, tryna earth his boat
He had half his heart when he backed his ramz
3 Mindi's up, insert and blow
When I'm ridin' out, that's a certain bro
Young days, called a cab from my personal phone
I pattern that dings, or I rev that ped
Like, fuck the MET, circle on soc
He had too much chat, got put in his hat
When the 9-double-M bells burst his skull
Bro's billin' up Rose, got put in a pack
So I told darger "Yo, burn the smoke"
Bro's billin' up Shak, got put in a pack
So I told darger "Yo, burn the smoke"

[Chorus]
From a young age, my batch's been with it
All of us wise and violent, vicious
It's been a long five year ridin' spree
Why you think my CV's got numerous chingings?
I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, that's minimum
I'm innocent, but they know who did it
There ain't an opp district that I ain't stepped on
Tryna ching it or rip it, rip it

[Verse 2]
If you've been where I've walked, you've 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 ten on my ching (That's right)
I can add four, I love my sword
I'm talkin' opps that bled from my ting (Hold that)
At your own 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 never did shit
Free my whole batch, I miss my dargs
Soon back to the rides and runnin' up digits
Mo Salah with the excellent finish
Critical condition, shoulda been in my diggy
They ain't a vio like gang ain't riz him
More time it'll tine you, 1-2's visit

[Chorus]
From a young age, my batch's been with it
All of us wise and violent, vicious
It's been a long five year ridin' spree
Why you think my CV's got numerous chingings?
I'm dishin' out 5 or 6, that's minimum
I'm innocent, but they know who did it
There ain't an opp district that I ain't stepped on
Tryna ching it or rip it, rip it

[Verse 3]
When this beef gets fryin', they ain't ridin'
If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'
Me and S G-checkin' a yute with our knifes out
Until we bucked jakes, foot chase from the sirens
Gotta find the local spot for the knifes
Now back to the hood, thank god and we sign out
Done too much, had to give it a break
Maximum 10 days then its back to the ride out
When this beef gets fryin', they ain't ridin'
It's always us, tryna turn man's lights out
We're billin' that pack and we're billin' that pack
And they both got billed in the same 24 hours
Rely on Allah in all that I do
Fuck all of your money, respect, and power
Rely on Allah in all that I do
Fuck all of your money, respect, and power

[Outro]
Nico-niss, I didn't even know
Senseii