Cold November Lyrics
What’s stoppin’ me besides I come from poverty
And never seen a man love my mother properly?
I grew up quick, I guess these streets did a lot to me
I was servin’ the babysitters who was watching me
I be thinkin’ ‘bout that shit when my cigar smokin’
Every time I catch a run I feel the walls close in
That’s why you supposed to save up what you made
You never know, you might wake up to a raid
I done seen it all: I done bought niggas jewels and gave niggas dope
Took niggas on trips and gave niggas hope
Put verses on they songs and gave niggas quotes
And when its time to return them favors the same niggas boast
I guess it ain’t no love without hatred
And you can’t have trust without patience
What you know about the snitch bein’ the plug on y’all cases?
18 and the judge got racist. My life real
Ask my day-ones, I been connected with work
Three smokers in the house, they all getting checks on the first
I stretched it, I compressed it, then I measured the work
I chef-ed it, gave ‘em credit, then collected the worth
My mama proud so she smile, I’m a reflection of her
“Stack money, stay low” been my objective since birth
You can’t take a nigga blueprint and expect it to work
When that man drew up that plan and perfected it first
I was runnin’ in the streets, hustlin’ for weeks
They tellin’ us to vote like the government for me
It’s a war goin’ on against us and the police
If we lose we get the Macs or a cover with a sheet
I can tell if you real by the company you keep
How your handshake feel and by how comfortable you speak
I be humble when I’m broke, I be humble when I’m flee
Niggas talkin’ good ‘cuz they don’t plan on runnin’ into me
Remember me? I wore hand-me-downs in middle school
I had holes in my clothes and my tennis shoes
Other kids laughed at me, I was ridiculed
My mama wondered why I was in a bitter mood
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Chip on my little shoulder, I had shit to prove
It’s critical niggas in your circle keep it real as you
Fast-forward that to now, I’ m a different cool
I guess we had different views,‘cuz we was making different moves
This for my niggas still praying over prison food
That’s hypocritical, we smart crooks, religious fools
We men in bloom, so get in tune
Can’t fit my shoes, I’m a god, probably could use my brain to bend a spoon
Remember me? I’m the silencer on the TEC
I’m your confidence when jewels polished upon your neck
I’m Kiss spitting his verse from “Money, Power & Respect”
I’m Allen Iverson arguing with the ref
