Chysty - He So Cold lyrics

[Verse 1: Dion Jetson] These young n***as greedy They want your lunch and mine and don't wanna give sh** to the needy Pockets say feed me but too proud for freebies 16 & been State Prop more times than Peedi Crack they seen they mother get high off that Then they seen 300 hunna get rich off rap Now he a savage, full house like he Bob Saget The hood broke his back with emotional baggage But this is what you born into its more than mental Shooting at each other and y'all used to pop pencils Same sh** different day change the stencil Pops taught him how to draw but he ain't artistic Talk sideways he pull the pistol on a critic Let the shots the shots fly then sip a strawberry mistic Wanna hear what they say about him take a listen [Hook: TREE] And they be like He so cold Got a 30 shot, .40 a .44 And its purty even my shorties be like he so bold Keep a n***a up off me, do what my father he taught me They talk about me they like he so cold Got a 30 shot, .40 a .44 And its purty even my shorties be like he don't go Keep a n***a up off me, do what my father he taught me They talk about me they like he so cold [Verse 2: Dion Jetson] You call it an epidemic but we live it Why the f** you think we ain't get the Olympics We go from polar bear cool, to grizzly bear livid Grand Theft Auto chopper in the truck living Fly n***as tipping the bad b**hes stripping And everybody wanna be Mike f** Pippen And every n***a with paper got a Robin Givens Hoop Dreams with letters of intent to the prison Who cares what the people say f** them anyway In our shoes you couldn't last day The family gotta ear so we sin everyday And you think they hustle for True's and J's We hustle 'cuz the hood is a maze the mind in a daze But we still focus 'cuz the bullets don't graze Around our way the cops don't tase Shoot you in cold blood and this is what they say [Hook] [Verse 3: Dion Jetson] In conclusion we ain't apologizing for confusion Growing up here is like starting the game losing Gotta fight for your life every time you moving f** what they say the situation ain't improving We don't raise kids, we raise soldiers They wake up in a war zone and sip folgers They gon' do a drill like the sergeant told ‘em As soon as the hood get ‘em then they mold ‘em Sold him a dream and some nightmares Told ‘em don't snitch like these n***as fight fair Welcome to the land of welfare and Nike Airs Where the d**h come in pairs and the church folks scared The cupboards bare and the stomachs growling Teen wolves every moon light they howling Don't blame them cuz the fiends is prowling What they say about all us raised in public housing… [Hook]