Heart of Cold by The Cool Quest Lyrics
[Verse 1: The Cool Quest]
Someone stand up
Someone get this nigga like the clan's up
In Alabama, 1959 banter
Old school jammer, bumping a lot of Nas stuff
Nowadays I be in parties, white girls getting their lines up
Coke, no Cola as the world's getting colder
Wild ways I see us tarnish our lives up
Split a dutch, toss guts, it's an art how we roll up
Fold up these other niggas like a origami, cold huh?
What you figured I be on though bruh?
These other rappers got me vexed, how they got me inspired
Come up, then come down on me, put me under fire
Like the lower level of Hell opened up
I used to hate being broke, now I feel I ain't broke enough
People only associate with me to procreate a persona
That they're ballin' outta control but they really been on the side for...
Ever
[Verse 2: The Cool Quest]
Nobody else has my mind
So I be real with my so-called "grind"
It's more than a ploy to get some money and female toys
I'll only be overjoyed when I'm recognized
And it's emphasized, I'm the greatest in the greatest eyes
Made it far, just need to go farther though
Emotional awareness of my words in all fairness
I'm just trying to flow for those who got a long way to go
For those girls who ain't hoes, who ain't have to blow
For niggas that were different but just seen as average Joe
Cause they ain't have every pair of Jordan's on their toes
That don't got swag and bad bitches in their flows
Someone stand up
Someone get this nigga like the clan's up
In Alabama, 1959 banter
Old school jammer, bumping a lot of Nas stuff
Nowadays I be in parties, white girls getting their lines up
Coke, no Cola as the world's getting colder
Wild ways I see us tarnish our lives up
Split a dutch, toss guts, it's an art how we roll up
Fold up these other niggas like a origami, cold huh?
What you figured I be on though bruh?
These other rappers got me vexed, how they got me inspired
Come up, then come down on me, put me under fire
Like the lower level of Hell opened up
I used to hate being broke, now I feel I ain't broke enough
People only associate with me to procreate a persona
That they're ballin' outta control but they really been on the side for...
Ever
[Verse 2: The Cool Quest]
Nobody else has my mind
So I be real with my so-called "grind"
It's more than a ploy to get some money and female toys
I'll only be overjoyed when I'm recognized
And it's emphasized, I'm the greatest in the greatest eyes
Made it far, just need to go farther though
Emotional awareness of my words in all fairness
I'm just trying to flow for those who got a long way to go
For those girls who ain't hoes, who ain't have to blow
For niggas that were different but just seen as average Joe
Cause they ain't have every pair of Jordan's on their toes
That don't got swag and bad bitches in their flows