F.T. - Cold Dayz lyrics

[Scratch Hook] {x2} "These cold days got me in a physical rage" - Ruthless ba*tards 'ba*tards' "It's like that from the Stat where I live at" "Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze" - Ruthless ba*tards 'Murder He Wrote' "My life ain't rosy but I roll with it" - Jay-Z 'Dead Presidents II' [Verse One: F.T.] I didn't choose this life, this life chose me I don't owe the game, the game owes me I might know you but you don't know me My OG see things you don't see Sex, money, and murder on the TV It's easy to put out a bullsh** CD And poison the people's minds for GP Destroying what we designed in 3D Everybody's yelling recession but I'm selling some weapons That'll help you get by without stressing Answer one question, you ain't gotta lie Are you really willing to die to get by? Going through mad sh** trying to keep my head high Coming to you live from the middle of Bed-Stuy Where it's do-or-die homicides and suicides Sex, d**, money, lies, baby you could decide I had to do it every day son I couldn't hide I couldn't cry but I slipped up a couple times Puffing a dime so high we hustled and grind f** a crew it was just me, my cousin, and I We'd catch a couple of vics, swell a couple of eyes Take a n***a lunch money then order a pie Meet up in the morning at the corner at nine Then party and bullsh** till a quarter to five [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two: Lord Willin'] Yo in this struggle you gotta have Street Smartz That's why we pack Metal Thangz for those with sheep hearts Deep darks aren't fragmented on these glaciers of ice Like an abused pitbull I was bred to be nothing nice Alcohol vice, grim slip into a trance Shoulder chip getting worse, disperse bullets over a glance A true romance, no Christian Slater Denounce myself as a Christian, I'm a vicious hater No fictitious saviour is a neighbour of mine Blue collar scholar with a martyr I dine Cheap wine, whiskey and beer Dilemma of a scumbag, I'm the apprentice of fear Warfare engineer, a [?] oppression f** a knife, I got an axe to cut the tension I'm the one they mention as a henchman of rap So you rhyming is like giving Kool Herc a slap [Scratch Hook] [Verse Three: Reef The Lost Cauze] In the jungle where alley cats and rowdy rats We polly at playgrounds where they stash the dead bodies at It's a cold world, better get your pea coat It's hard to see hope when shorty on they knees like they feet broke Giving deep throat so she can release dope Into her veins, part of the game in the streets though All that we know, shoot to k** first So f** an ill verse, I still see my n***a Millhurst I see his mom grabbing at the casket Later that night we riding deep blasting at them ba*tards It's a cycle of madness I still think they coming for me So f** the cops, the judge, and the jury cause they ain't did nothing for me When I was young I'd roll a blunt and crush a forty Just to escape the scene of the crime cause it was gory You rappers corny, there's nothing to glorify I'm horrified by how many brothers left before their time And they all speak through me That's why I'll always speak truthfully Yeah you know who it be Let the music breathe [Scratch Hook]