[Intro]

This ain’t that shoot ‘em up, that bang-bang bullshit nigga, nah

This that real, this that shit you can feel

[Verse 1]

Last year they put my homie on a shirt

And even though I’m good with words, I can’t explain how that shit hurt

And don’t ask me am I okay, that make it worse

Another body in the dirt, swear to God this city cursed

And we just tryna survive, I hope I live through 25

Lord knows that I tried, I seen so many brothers die

Take a look in my eyes, you see potential of a killer

Take a look at my skin, you think I’m just another nigga

First time I got robbed it was my guy, it was my homie

Weeks later he died, but shit I still feel like he owe me

Man, the city is crazy and half my niggas still in prison

Still locked up in cages, praying to God and hope he’s listening

Having dreams, fantasies of one day riding on my enemies

It’s a shame that nigga used to be a friend to me

Crooked police still tryna kill the black man

And Brenda still throwing babies in the trash can

[Chorus]

But everybody gotta eat 'cause it get cold in the streets

Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets

Lil’ niggas carry heat 'cause it get cold in the streets

Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets

They use the burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the streets

Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets

$outh$ide CMD, man it get cold in the streets

Cold in the streets, man it get cold, cold

[Verse 2]

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell

Understand life was hard so my story hard to tell

It don’t make sense goin’ to Heaven with the virgins

How I’ma live forever when my niggas probably burning

Brains on the wall soon as I put the word in

Bloodstains on the Persian, brain cells on the curtain

I come from the side where they shoot without feelings

Selling crack out the building, killing women and children

It’s dangerous growing up in the rough

Only Benjamin Franklin is the man I trust

Even with nooses you kids couldn’t hang with us

Choppas like Pornhub, always good for a bang and a bust

They screaming that crack kills, this the New Jack for real

Niggas letting bananas peel and shoot the diamonds off ya grill

I hear ‘em saying that they would but I know they never will

I’m just tryna fill-up banks and R.I.P. to Uncle Phil

[Chorus]

But everybody gotta eat 'cause it get cold in the streets

Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets

Lil’ niggas carry heat 'cause it get cold in the streets

Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets

They use the burner, cook the beef when it get cold in the streets

Cold in the streets, it get cold in the streets

$outh$ide CMD, man it get cold in the streets

Cold in the streets, man it get cold, oh