(Intro)

Uhh yeah

(Chorus 1)

Cold shoulders

Never getting cold feet

To contrary belief

All I do is spit that concrete

C-cold shoulders

You looking real timid in the Civic

Caught up selling product

To somebody daughter

Killing for a living

Cold shoulders

Dealing with sour faces

Since Power Rangers

Bitches cower over powder

As power changes

C-c-cold shoulders

Know I hold boulders

Woke you up like Folgers

Quote me often

Bet I’m off to reach the quota

(Verse 1)

Since my granny died

I’ve been out of sight, out of mind

I’ve been out of place

The shit that I just lit

Just put me in outer space

In a hooptie steering

Knowing I gotta get out of Dodge

Oh God, what will it take

I hate my job, I be clocking in late

They be docking pay

I’m lost staring at my pay stub

I can’t connect the dots

Of this jigsaw puzzle

I’m in awe, trying to get it

So my dogs don't feel muzzled

Cause we all in the same spot

Shit outta luck, stuck without a shot

Playing hopscotch with 12 steps

Y’all nothing but dead weight, dead space

Looking dead straight in your face

Know all I ever got

(Chorus 2)

Cold shoulders

(Word is bond)

(Left me out to dry man)

(That’s all I ever got, fuck ya’ll)

C-cold shoulders

(Down and out)

(Mean mugs and shoulder shrugs)

(Never needed shit from y’all)

Cold shoulders

(Never gave a shit)

(I’m used to the short straw)

(I’m on my own, my dolo)

C-c-cold shoulders

(Worked my whole life for this shit)

(I would have stayed down forever)

What you gotta say now

(Verse 2)

It’s new dawn, its a new day

I’m a new don, never hopping on a

New craze, you crazy

Never needed to change, no two chains

Same pull, just a new wave, I’m too wavy

Dipping in my Book of Rhymes

Flip it to a new page, in the Yukon

Selling you fades, spend it on a Groupon

Fuck a bouquet, when my record play

Just know no beaucoup ever be coming my way

Fuck the blahzay blah

Tired of watching these toddlers talk

Fuck it, I’m like Rowdy Rod

Piper, getting hyper, than Mardi Gras

Too late for an audible

Sounding all fucking monotone

Quit rapping ‘bout your styrofoam

I went from Midnight Marauders

To blue collar, to Young Scholar

To shot caller, to Godfather

To rottweiler, to top dog

To top dollar, to held back

And shock collared

Bring that bounce back

Fuck an account, still catch wreck

Still snap, with raps, that crack

Your rib sack, push back your wig

Still black out like Reggie or Cliff

I’m convinced, I’m hexed

I’m cursed, I’m jinxed

Always slipping when slipping in pink

Always pimping my cuban links

Pardon me, parts of me is still bittersweet

Picture little me, making mean mugging

Mean something, gritting teeth