The Cold Room - S2-E2

[Intro]
LJS on the beat
Elevate, this mix sounds mad
Kaya Beats
Shout out my boy, Ditto
Let me talk my shit
All this smoke man's givin' all the tours I did
How many man more I think?
Ace and Grinna, the rawest slim
And his lil bro sure don't swim
Let's put another nigga in the morgue
Spin right back, put more on him
Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold

[Verse]
Let me talk my shit
All this smoke man's givin' all the tours I did
How many man more I think?
Ace and Grinna, the rawest slim
And his lil bro sure don't swim
Let's put another nigga in the morgue
Spin right back, put more on him
I got Young Dizz in my blade, and bro got AB on his spinner
At least 5 AM's on that skeng though
4-10 got a couple man on that dotts
Free TT my nigga
Filthy when he waves his digger
Pissed, probably jammed on me, but my CGE's brought back Young Grinna
Blacks, remember when we knocked down Ginger and his own bredrins rubbed out Bane?
And I got couple man on my finger, brudda, who you got on your name?
'Bout 017, you chopped it, we did the get back for your plane
That year, Grin got dropped, and Trix got shot and Ace rolled out his grave
Not even half of what the mandem did
They got randoms and kids
And I've been every block I'm beefin'
And I spilled juice, "Go there", I did
And I still take smoke go round and round, still tryna smoke man, no fibs
Still smoke your dead boy pound for a pound, still tryna smoke more, no shit
Seven on my back, no, I don't take orders
That's Woody and Waters
MVP, I'm very important
I've been runnin' this shit in my Jordan
Drillin' on streets, how many have fallen?
No stallin', I'll corn him, no warnin'
No get-backs for your dead friends, appallin'
Yes, I'm tryna show disrespect
Hashtag respectfully, I ain't even tryna sneak diss on net
But how many man have we left on E?
Feds know that I sleep with a burner
And I still got one in the head, and I wish Grins got hit with the spins
Still got the point, oh well, he's dead
This one's not for the radio
Put on your boots, press play, we go
Me and my nephew Ray we know
Splittin' the more, the more we show
Stick it all in, it's gory, bro
Dot-dots or the .38, yeah, I got options
I ain't even tryna tell stories, yo, but gang went and slapped up my man's marj
Swear you're my man's darg
And I would've shot up my man's yard, but I swear that my man's fast
Oh yeah, we did kick up my man's arse in court, couldn't find his pass
Been doin' this shit from my tiny class, now, I catch him and bine his clart
Paintin' blood, it's a violent art