Cold Days ft. KingTroy Lyrics

Respect is given both ways

Even in the cold days

Rocky road like cold play

Up to Christ I give praise

Even when I get blazed

Closer to my sensei

Meditation made way

I pray to make two decades

Flashy whips and matching kicks

I'm stepping out a race car

Racist bitches coalitions forced to use the race card

Pussy came for one on one security and a gate guard

Extended clips concussive hits I'm sending if you act hard

Imma deal with you and you the same as when I play cards

So many niggas softer acting fruity like a Maynard

Always gonna win no I don't need to check the scorecards

Racially profiling went and marked me down as safeguard

Making it feel like it ain't worth it being black

I wanna let my brothers sisters know that we don't crack

Queens just know you're elegant you've never needed Mac

Kings go keep it solid

Keep the family on your back

Keep my family on my back

I put my city on my shoulders

Ageing different wine so I can sip it when we're older

Smoking on a yacht while spending hunnids on a motor

My brother getting cuffed

It's like they're fallen like they're soldiers

Getting visions

Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting

Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing

They say KT the rapper never missing

Now they listening

And this that hood cycle

Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers

Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider

Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals

My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital

Balling like I'm Jordan Michael

Wavy I done brought the tidal

Water wet I'm sipping vital

Looking up at all my idols

I don't think bout going viral

Thinking bout my next disciple

I can't have nobody idle

Money over bitches

Money over everything

Death a part of life I'm bout to live a life with better things

Spitting all my bars while in my lungs it's filled with evergreen

Really bout to slice it keep it sharper than a guillotine

Getting visions

Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting

Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing

They say KT the rapper never missing

Now they listening

And this that hood cycle

Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers

Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider

Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals

My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital

Key to ignition

Salute the soldiers when I'm landing its tradition

I need a shoulder, but I know nobody listen

Too many opposition tryna ride

Respect and loyalty the money couldn't buy

Collect the royalties invest it in the grind

Fewest lies and truest ties

They keep a disguise

I advise that you choose a side

Really miss the guys

Only ever speak my mind on mic

Therapy through lines that I write

If I ever said I'm fine it's a lie

Reminiscing bout the times when my father was alive

You could see it in my eyes

You can feel it in my rhymes

Hear the pain

I only heal when I'm off the Mary Jane

No appeal free my cousin from the cage

These the things I never say

Twelve people three rooms damn I really had to pray

I was dreaming of a stage had to leave I couldn't stay

Never care what you believe, this for me

Was alone till I went and met the Gs

Wasn't picked for any teams

She be wishing

Back in school they used to tease

Its Louis for the tees from hits

Telling me that cause I'm mixed

It don't matter who I'm with

My colour's never right

Been the same since just a kid

I ain't kidding

Still focused on the mission

Even sleeping see the dissing

Vision clear never doubt me

The realest still around me

Hear the newest tracks

Now you wanna come and shout me

Scout me

Fuck em

Grey skies grey goose gotta duck

Nike for shoes, but you running out of luck

Ain't flexing you cramping it's time make a buck

No texting she clapping I fuck her from the front

All blessings I'm rapping this all I'd ever want

Ain't stressing cause Henny is in my double cup

Getting visions

Shit is crazy haters mad the music hitting

Now I'm hearing all these different kinds of hissing

They say KT the rapper never missing

Now they listening

And this that hood cycle

Wish I had a ride or die so I could ride strikers

Just like Thugger on my merch I got a black spider

Imma grip my stick and pray for all my dawg rivals

My pole a whole rifle singing like a whole recital