The Cold Room - S2-E3

[Intro]
Elevate, this mix sounds mad
X10
Rah
Jo-Jo-Jo-Jo-Jokxh
Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold
Look

[Verse]
I step foot in the T, heard Peaches ask for a light
No use if I bring him a lamp (No use)
Normal procedure, far from a eediat
A yute's in the toilet tryna un-bank (Come here)
Since out as a day, I'm rentin' the room
If the neighbors ask, I'm a tenant (Mind your business)
My young boy knows that he can't come under
Nine out of ten, I'll cheff him (Or less)
This bin bag ain't carryin' rubbish
Clear by the smell, it's bud that's gettin' transported
Cover my face when I'm buyin' a voucher (Why?)
Can't link me when gettin' recordings (Ok)
Switch up the Ray G, put on a buzzer
'Cah first when I'm good in the mornin'
So you ain't ever been OT from the pigs?
I'll still take a pic' for a school kid
Fans keep tellin' me "Yo, you should rap"
Or a Gina tryna give my numbers (On god)
I swear on my life, I'll die if I cap
I been wettin' guys, first try with the cutters (I'll cut)
With the blade, he's shaky, it ain't no maybe
No, he can't ride along (Rollin')
Band-Band-Band-Bands got nicked with the wap
And the front had attachments, tightened on
I got bro that's whether he's right or wrong (On god)
But of course them yutes, they was raised up different
The way his sham denied his involvement
The card that he played is there, just siblings
Can't condone that? Yeah, safe
But what can I say? We're just different (Yeah)
I heard brodie done bored up ****
Again I laugh 'cah it's what I predicted (On my life)
Not once in my life, red Volvo, you bumped your head, 'nough basic livin'
Any jail I step at and crash
I done that from a young age, I'm bitten (No asks)
Nowadays, you can catch me on the weekday in tapes
Some basic bitches
You'll probably say you hit it
That's a young boy tale, always say I didn't
Italian stamp on the steerin' wheel
Got shawty in the back tryna act a fool
Blood red seats in the doubler truck
Now, the stars in the roof, I'm a astronaut
Lookin' at bro like this rap might work
We come a long way from the astro-turf
My young boys wan’ mash that work
Keep askin' me how the Astra work
Tell bro "Spin round, who you capture first?"
Bring the spins out, let the mash go burn
Buss one, make all of them fly like birds
I know you ain't dumb, put your nank and work
I don't think that he'll run back, he's doin' the jerk
They know that we done that, jump out the 9X
Tryna put man on the road to church
The vibes on us get burst