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Cold Nights
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Potter Payper
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Buckroll Cold days surrounded by them long nights The weather so cold, you'll catch a frostbite Anytime and night, they on them pushbikes Trappin' on the corner tryna get them new Nikes And those were the days that I would risk it all (Risk it all) I'm talkin' mad shootouts, not bunkin' school We are not the same (Not the same) I stay switchin' lames (Switchin' lames) My n***a died, man, I pray I see his face again (Face again) Potter P, Beezy and 22 We was grindin' in the streets, n***a, where was you? N***a, where was we? Gettin' back for my n***as in the cemetery, facts I got some unfinished biz still ridin' with this fifth He know I'm gon' catch him, he know I'm with the sh*ts Blast him with the MAC and aim it for the dome They wanna be the king, but I'm sittin' on the throne (But I'm sittin' on the throne) Ayy, Beezy, man's got studio today, you gonna be back in time? Ah, I'm not even sure, you know, I'm out here, man, you know how it gets, bro Ah, f**kin' hell, say no more Long trips, I never tripped boy, I carry odes Them fake dons left back like Danny Rose (Fake n***as) Run down, we get two, that's how the tally goes Most my opps some pussies, fa**ios (Ah) I'm like Saliba, Skeamer's like Sadio (Get it?) I gave no chat 'til I let the swammy go (Facts) It's like halitos' beatin' like swammy shows Don't slack, I get a pack gone, adios Grew up where the strong survive I knew wrong from right Forget dons with pride Got waps, not knives (Facts) Never see 'em on the grind Askin' why I'm smokin' all this Cali, freeze the mind Lookin' at the slope, I didn't see the slide (Trust me) No bustdown, but Joe, it came to freeze the time (Free 'em) It's why I scream, "Free the guys" (Free 'em all) I never had it easy, didn't see the signs I got feds on me like Stringer in his pager (Shh) My light laser, my teeth sabre (Grrah) Have Sabbah what they told me 'bout my homies 'cah It's only someone who's close who can betray your soul Now he ain't a paigon, he's just a traitor And it's a dirty game, I mean it's cutthroat Cutthroat like my toothbrush and my razor Man knife stretch him like personal trainer (Shh) School days, I shoplifted in my blazer (What a life) I guess I'm just a G, it's in my nature This clean heart is in my nature Potter, please don't be f**kin' with my paper (Please) I got a pack mentality, I was raised by wolves I grew up in captivity, me and them four bulls My and my two balls, I didn't need you then They helped me see through them, it helped me back my talk Keep the fame, you can have my thoughts No shame, you can have my thoughts 'til I'm flatline, corks For die
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