Song Lyrics

Yeah
Back to the basics (back to the basics)
I can't escape it, nah (nah)
They like, they understand me better when I speak it raw (talk)
I'm thinking 'bout how deep it get from diggin' in my thoughts (whoa)
But then again, I already know what come with bein' a boss (big bag)
I'm whisperin' in her ear (what?)
Sayin' "I love you, I'm gonna do better," kissin' her lips
Buy her a bag, then we f*ck, she like "boy, you a trip"
Why you think you can fix everything with your dick and gifts (it always worked before)
Barely say no to my kids, been like that since I birthed 'em (Yeah)
D'mon a spittin' image of me, his mama say I cursed him (i did)
Changes and blessings come with time, 'cause that's what life bring (so what?)
Didn't understand that shit clear enough 'til I made Spring (My daughter)

I got bitches lyin' on my name, tryin' they best to get some clout
Niggas think it's Swisher Sweet until I break them choppers out (brrr)
Family never asked for my number but now they reachin' out (ha)
Post a picture with some money, they screenshot it, tryin' to count
I ain't fuckin' with no rap niggas, I'm stickin' to the plan (what's that?)
Came in with my day ones, that's how I'ma leave (who that?)
Tavoe, Danjo, G (three)
Been through it all with me (all)
Sat on the bench beside me, it's a must they ball with me
Shit don't even be what it look like, it just be seemin' perfect (I swear)
Sometimes I ask, "where the love at?" But that don't mean I'm searchin' (searchin')
I hate I gave it attention, knowin' they didn't deserve it
Did a diagnostics check and all my buttons workin' (it's up)
Why you tellin' her the business, when you go and lay up with her? (uh?)
I ain't talkin' to no pillow, especially not about my niggas
Take a certain type of nigga, to relate to what I'm feelin'
I'm just ventin' to myself, smokin', starin' at the ceilin' (vibin')

I'm gangsta from the heart (heart)
Started from the gutta, robbin' niggas, stealin' cars
I'm so glad I played it smart (smart)
I'm gangsta from the heart (heart)
Beat the odds a million times, the struggle made a star
Make 'em feel it bar for bar (go)
Told 'em (on God I tried to tell 'em)
Didn't believe, me so I showed 'em
I'm smashin' on the gas, got no plans of pullin' over
Wrap my hands 'round my arm, got the world in my palms
Forced me to go numb, I give 'em cold shoulder

You dead to me, I had to go stiff
Overtime, puttin' in long hours (what?)
I don't come off the shift (come off the shift)
They hate so hard in my neighborhood, wanna do me like Nip
Pray I ain't lookin' at a friend, if I gotta empty the clip (boom, boom)
Talked to Gotti on the phone, he like "lil' bro, leave it alone" (please)
But I can't stay away, the trenches where I feel at home (home)
I do it first, they gravitate, these rap niggas my protege
I never hate (never)
Seven-six-two penetrate (brrr)
The drums sound like an 808 (brrr)
Boom (boom)
She went against the rules, fucked the opposition dude (ooh)
I know we ain't together but I still don't feel it's cool
Guess you ran outta weapons 'cause now you tryna use my son
Everything don't need a response, I'm just done

I'm gangsta from the heart (heart)
Started from the gutta, robbin' niggas, stealin' cars
I'm so glad I played it smart (smart)
I'm gangsta from the heart (heart)
Beat the odds a million times, the struggle made a star
Make 'em feel it bar for bar (go)
Told 'em (on God I tried to tell 'em)
Didn't believe, me so I showed 'em
I'm smashin' on the gas, got no plans of pullin' over
Wrap my hands 'round my arm, got the world in my palms
Forced me to go numb, I give 'em cold shoulder

Demario Dewayne White Jr., Dylan Mckinney, Javar Rockamore, Robert Reese, Theodore Thomas

The duration of Cold Shoulder is 3:01 minutes and seconds.