Cold Winters - Tsu Surf, Dave East

We was on them backblocks, cold winters

Pacman, ghost getters

No time for breakfast, we was trappin' took the toast with us

Watchin' for them cavaliers, Kyrie in the crunch time

Prayin' not to get it done, second shift lunch time

How you feel about your life?

Nigga, 'cause I want mine

Cuz became a man in jail, sixty too much time

Shit, Momma raised me so it’s tough love

Bad bitch changed up, got me like fuck love

Puffed up, 40 below whether, shit we tuck snubs

Hoodie tied, felt like Ghost town back when Cookie died

Flip a quarter, what you need?

Hit me, I can get it for ya

Caught the nigga slippin', got the pass, he was with his daughter

Damn, so much shit I can’t sleep without

Main bitch aggravatin', got a nigga sleepin' out

You can pull up where we at, nigga we can see it out

Stories we don’t talk about, shit we can’t speak about

When runnin' the streets become such a sacrifice (tell me when)

When you say you can’t breathe

And they still try to take your life (no right, no right)

But never let the devil see you cry (never)

Never let the devil see you cry (never)

Look him straight dead in the eyes

Tell him you got God on your side

I’m sendin' paper, these niggas sendin' emojis

High by myself, I popped the pill by my lonely

Fendi by Karl Lagerfeld, Presi' the Rollie

Can’t even pronounce what I’m wearin', you niggas know me

I did a song with Jim, Cam’ron and Juelz too (my niggas)

I’m just puttin' on for Harlem, check the cell Tsu

Billboard top ten for a few weeks straight

I’m gainin' weight, McDonald nigga you don’t eat steak

Nickel bag, dime bag, you never seen weight

Hard to believe everyday my life is like Spring Break

Makin' sales anywhere I wouldn’t even think

And have enough of bottles I wouldn’t even drink

Last summer workin' out, I was doin' sets at bleek

Now your wifey starin' at my diamonds and I bet she blink

Before we bust it open, had to wet the sink

Let it dry out on the napkin, kitchen never clean

I let the ice cool it, came up on a nice Ruger

It had some bodies on it—sold it, took a flight to Cuba

I play Havanna, Alexander McQueen shirts

I know the percs bad but the lean worse, it’s team work

When runnin' the streets become such a sacrifice (tell me when)

When you say you can’t breathe

And they still try to take your life (no right, no right)

But never let the devil see you cry (never)

Never let the devil see you cry (never)

Look him straight dead in the eyes

Tell him you got God on your side

Never let the devil see you cry (never)

Never let the devil see you cry (never)

Look him straight dead in the eyes

Tell him you got God on your side