Turning Me Cold

You see it's funny It's funny cause the same things that make me who I am Are the same things that's killing me Haaah The smoke from the fire The lines from the notes Yeah Are taking me higher And turning me cold And turning me cold And turning me cold And turning me cold Lord P.i. Dub I'm fuckin' back Other rappers talkin that false shit homies that's a fact All swear they got weight, say they moving that yay Really whip game is fake, nigga come get an eighth Haahh Yea, nigga I'm holding Ain't got time to help you smoke it I ain't got no time to be wasting I ain't got no time to be rollin' I be rollin' for my hood Eastside, Eastside Know you heard we got that good nigga You right, you right Aye F*ck what hater's talkin bout This that one, soloed out Only got one chance, so Im'a live it out I'm applaud of what your saying you know nothing bout So every G know you're fake but you talk real through that iPhone Got headphone full of fake so that volume down whenever you flow Got me mixing less when I bake, got me saving beat, got a silo What you think this it ain't, what you used to know, I resold Like Rraahhh The smoke from the fire The lines from the notes Are taking me higher And turning me cold And turning me cold And turning me cold And turning me cold And turning me cold