Cold Freestyle
I'm cold like an unsolved case, Look homie, my heart's froze—ice in my veins, no trace. Serve ya moms that hard dope, turn angels to fiends, Puff Purple Haze just to cope, numb out the screams. I'm living reckless, devil on both shoulders posted, Dirty Dollars Daniels—king of the frozen tundra, soul roasted. 204 blizzards, snow mixed with the red stains, Home invasion specialist, kick doors, leave no names. Ghosts in the mirror whispering my old sins, Ride-or-die shorty still holding me down while the world spins. Stacking dirty money but the heart stay bankrupt, Tears freeze on my face before they even erupt. Paranoia in the trap, every shadow got a face, One slip and it's over—bullet or the cage. I'm the product of the game that ate my youth alive, Cold case forever... Dirty Dollars, still survive. Second 16: Look homie, the mirror cracked, reflection don't match, Used to dream big, now I'm plotting my next snatch. OG Kush in the rig, dabs hit like a hearse, Float through the pain, but the high gettin' worse. Moms voice on the line, collect calls full of hurt, I promise I'ma change but the streets do the dirt. Loyal shorty crying, eyes blue like the ice, I kiss her through the phone then roll out for the heist. Bodies in the basement, frozen stiff from the cold, Voices in my head saying "you the one who sold your soul." Dirty money piling, but it can't buy peace, Every bag I flip just bring the reaper piece by piece. Winnipeg winters, wind cut like a blade, Heart locked in the freezer, emotions start to fade. Reckless till the wheels fall off, no reverse, Cold case legend—either win or end up in the dirt.
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I'm cold like an unsolved case, Look homie, my heart's froze—ice in my veins, no trace. Serve ya moms that hard dope, turn angels to fiends, Puff Purple Haze just to cope, numb out the screams. I'm living reckless, devil on both shoulders posted, Dirty Dollars Daniels—king of the frozen tundra, soul roasted. 204 blizzards, snow mixed with the red stains, Home invasion specialist, kick doors, leave no names. Ghosts in the mirror whispering my old sins, Ride-or-die shorty still holding me down while the world spins. Stacking dirty money but the heart stay bankrupt, Tears freeze on my face before they even erupt. Paranoia in the trap, every shadow got a face, One slip and it's over—bullet or the cage. I'm the product of the game that ate my youth alive, Cold case forever... Dirty Dollars, still survive. Second 16: Look homie, the mirror cracked, reflection don't match, Used to dream big, now I'm plotting my next snatch. OG Kush in the rig, dabs hit like a hearse, Float through the pain, but the high gettin' worse. Moms voice on the line, collect calls full of hurt, I promise I'ma change but the streets do the dirt. Loyal shorty crying, eyes blue like the ice, I kiss her through the phone then roll out for the heist. Bodies in the basement, frozen stiff from the cold, Voices in my head saying "you the one who sold your soul." Dirty money piling, but it can't buy peace, Every bag I flip just bring the reaper piece by piece. Winnipeg winters, wind cut like a blade, Heart locked in the freezer, emotions start to fade. Reckless till the wheels fall off, no reverse, Cold case legend—either win or end up in the dirt.
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