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Cold Outside by Trajick Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2010

[Intro]

Let's get it

[Hook: Trajick]
It's a small world but it's cold outside
Where nobody cares if you live or die
The angels have no tears left to cry, and that's a shame
But yo, it's cold outside

It's a small world but it's cold outside
Where nobody cares if you live or die
The angels have no tears left to cry, and that's a shame
But yo, it's cold outside

[Verse 1: Trajick]
I'm from the corner of a block where a kid'll be harmed
The cops stop to watch, they don't sound an alarm
Don't ask your neighbor because they ain't seen nothing
Nobody's stunting, wolves stay hunting
Tuck that chain, or you will get jacked
41st to Queens, yeah it's been like that
Sucka's will rob you for your tike or remote control
Then come back for the car, you ain't got to far
The school's sub-par unless you dribble down the court
Young girls knocked up, ain't got nobody for support
You may not like it but the cold on the street
A snitch get's stitched if you yap to the beat
So I keep my mouth shut, eyes open for drama
Around here, you can't get saved by your mama
Everyone's dirty, to be clean is a myth
Am I a criminal man? I plead the fifth

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Trajick]

Nobody move, but you can still get hurt
Give up your jewels, but you can still get murk'd
That's the life that we lead every day we roll out
From the west to the east to the dirty south

Damn drama, seems to follow constantly
Some people love it, that don't make sense to me
I'ma live stress free till I R.I.P
You want beef? You can stay the hell from me
Man listen, every day is a gift
Until a bullet hits and you cease to exist
So now I'm on a mission just to make money flip
And these will be the lessons that I leave for my kids
[?] Cash moves everything around
Got a family first, until I'm underground
So with no more ado, when without making a sound
I'll stack in silence, you stay broke and loud
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trajick]

I hustle so frequently, that's the way it's gotta be
If you wanna eat
Closed mouths, they don't get fed out here
So we drown our problems in weed, or sip back beer
Lord forgive us, we weren't born killers
But that all seemed to change once the system get us
Stuck in the matrix, cash, lies and sex
Can't buy no whip since they raped my check

So I'm, on another grind these days
Ain't slipping on no tricking so I stack my pay
Ain't tricking if you got it, you something to laugh at
Approaching seven digits and I'm looking to pass that
So my cash don't blow the [?]
No expensive shoes, or fancy clothes
And I'll teach the streets to flip with me
To break bread, I must [?] so we all can eat
Yeah

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yeah...yeah