Najee The 1 - Cold Outside lyrics

[Verse 1: Najee] Yo I'm the voice of the young black and spiritual With all that said I will still get rid of you Hood mentality some say pitiful Most of my n----a is dead some is doing a bid or two But the lord kept his hands on me Riding around with G's couple of grams on me Not to mention to Glock 9 and the four pound I only sold weed J told me about the powder He told me he was moving pounds by the hour And I needed to f__k with him if I really wanted power I knew about the gat sh** But I was curious about the crack sh** Putting funds in my mattress What? [Hook: Najee] Ay yo it's cold outside you better bundle up A lot of dough outside so get your hustle up The blues and the undercover trying to cuff us up This is for the young Gs among me coming up [Verse 2: Najee] I get haze down the block from them Flatline n____as Hit the bodega cop a cigar with the red sticker Slim tall dude skully leaning street dreaming Gat gleaming cash scheming I was made for this life Listen to my tape You ought to pray every night It's young prophecy I get the hood through the day For the suburbs I deliver the hood on a page I'm like Gandhi with a pistol When it blasts it whistle Bullets gonna wiz through May your fam miss you I'm at your funeral pa**ing out tissues My life's like an ill cinema Smoking hard slimming up 300M and it's tinted up I day dream as I clutch the Henn bottle Picture me rolling in the latest Benz model I smoke hash out of the herb stash Wetter than a bird bath It takes hard work to earn cash [Hook] [Verse 3: Najee] Some say it's a gift for the fact that I rap I tell them nah it's just a diary a few things on my back And with a 16 it's easy to get it off Take a glimpse of me shorty if you've never seen a boss My mind cluttered with haze smoke On my dome there's a halo Devil's on my shoulder Walk amongst angels I'm a conscious man that will still bang you That's what the pain do I was raised in this concrete warfare Where young k**ers at 13 will take you off here The earth that is burst that fifth disperse your wig And leave you in a church that's stiff Now that's danger See the read in my eye now that's anger And you don't want none of that Skinny brother no muscles Gat by the belt buckle What do you trust more the gun or the man above you