Jizzle - Cold Nights (feat. Ja'el) Lyrics

I cannot tell these niggas real, most of these niggas fake
You ain't f*ckin' with me, f*ck you, I got a long time to make mistakes
Hold on, San, that's that nigga, flexin' and servin' weight
Za bags get you loaded, country niggas always flake
Cold nights, it done been so many cold nights
Stuck up in them trenches, know you gotta play your role right
Get your soul right, man, you better get your soul right
All my niggas dyin', man, I thought we had a long life
I go for it, take a loss, cause I'm always gettin' somethin
I remember nights on Glade when we really smoked a hundred
Stack up, tryna save, cause I love all this money
I was here and feedin' sharks, but I was wantin' really hungry
Stop being beneficial, see you really f*ckin' with you
Niggas call me all the time, just a sorry f*ckin' issue
F*ck her good just one time, go, hey, baby, use the tissue
All that crime, tryna disguise that you really want some friends
Stick my hands in my pockets, all I ever felt was lint
Turned out into a zit, won't make it, shit, I had to quit
Drinkin', servin', junkies feelin' in love with hella flips
Finessin' all these bitches, knowin' they daddies payin' for this
Soon as I get rich, buy a Sonic Chauffeur
Niggas steady crashin' whips, gotta send them
And I'm sorry, but shit, you won't make it outta this
And then what the f*ck you sayin', we got a land around this bitch
Cold nights, it done been so many cold nights
Stuck up in them trenches, know you gotta play your role right
Get your soul right, man, you better get your soul right
All my niggas dyin', man, I thought we had a long life
Cold nights, hands shakin', posted in the winter
Sippin' Henny to keep me warm in the middle of December
You remember, nigga, no ride to get us home
Walk from the west to the east with my bitch up on my phone
The police search my clique, goddamn, leave us long gone
I was just chillin' with him, now I can't believe he gone
My daddy in my life, but he ain't live at the crib with me
Jumped in the streets, that's what instilled all this shit in me
Move like a gangster, jizzle, keep your life a mystery
Shoutout to all the OGs who kept comin' through assistin' me
Cold nights, back of the projects where we roll dice
Bullets get to flyin', boy, you better grip your pole tight
My dog committed suicide, I guess this shit is do or die
I'm really cut from that cloth, that's the difference between you and I
Make sure your shoes are tied, one slip, you outta here
The streets cold, nigga, we don't know who gon' die this year
Cold nights, it done been so many cold nights
Stuck up in them trenches, know you gotta play your role right
Get your soul right, man, you better get your soul right
All my niggas dyin', man, I thought we had a long life