Huh
Yeah
For real
Look, get back, I swear I got it
My style is mad hypnotic, my rhymes are mad melodic
There's a reason I'm the Prophet
I spread the floor and lob it
Up off the board and cock it
Behind my head and drop it
Inside the net and copy
No one as rare as I be
I'm sick I need an IV
Won't knock me off of my feet
My whole demeanour godly
I hold my own and keep it going
No, I'm never stoppin'
I got no f*ckin' place to go
I got no other options
I hold the world up on my shoulders
No, I'd never drop it
These rappers not even competing
Man they need to stop it
Cuz I'm a demon, I be
Up on ya neck at high speed
My childhood hella choppy
Filled with blood stains and coffee
I ain't a stranger in this game, I came in hella cocky
Due to my experience, I'm movin' like Nigerians
I proved that I am serious
And bootin' the criteria
The truth is I ain't near to ya
No roof but I ain't hearin' ya
And now it's cold
And you ain't really built for the winter or the snow
You tried to keep it real but you froze and now you ghost
That's why I keep it racked and concealed, that's how it goes
And I am never lackin' for real, I keep it close
This ain't a joke, this shit is cold
This shit is cold
This shit is cold, and I'm the one to hold it down
And travel down the road
Somehow I knew when I was two, that I'm the one that's chose
To get this revenue, it's just to split it with my bros
And usin' it to move into some fresher kinda clothes
I knew that I would make it, even back when I was broke
When I was usin' 12, I knew my pencil has a stroke
I hope you got defences, cuz I'm coming for the smoke
You know I leave you breathless, not the one should provoke
Bitch I'm cold
I'm survivin' every choke
The mastermind of my approach
Yeah I'm a player and a coach
I learned from greats and all the GOATs
The legends taught me never fold
I'm playin' cool J on a Tuesday, while these rappers gettin' smoked
This shit a movie, won't consume me
Bitch I'm busy gettin' yoked
I'd rather move like Bishop Sulek than be poppin' pills at shows
I'm tryna make a couple million, man I'm focused on the dough
So I been eatin' while ya sleepin'
Bitch I'm heatin' up my flow
And now it's cold
And you ain't really built for the winter or the snow
You tried to keep it real but you froze and now you ghost
That's why I keep it racked and concealed, that's how it goes
And I am never lackin' for real, I keep it close
This ain't a joke, this shit is cold
Prince Prophet - Cold Lyrics
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English
Huh
Yeah
For real
Look, get back, I swear I got it
My style is mad hypnotic, my rhymes are mad melodic
There's a reason I'm the Prophet
I spread the floor and lob it
Up off the board and cock it
Behind my head and drop it
Inside the net and copy
No one as rare as I be
I'm sick I need an IV
Won't knock me off of my feet
My whole demeanour godly
I hold my own and keep it going
No, I'm never stoppin'
I got no f*ckin' place to go
I got no other options
I hold the world up on my shoulders
No, I'd never drop it
These rappers not even competing
Man they need to stop it
Cuz I'm a demon, I be
Up on ya neck at high speed
My childhood hella choppy
Filled with blood stains and coffee
I ain't a stranger in this game, I came in hella cocky
Due to my experience, I'm movin' like Nigerians
I proved that I am serious
And bootin' the criteria
The truth is I ain't near to ya
No roof but I ain't hearin' ya
And now it's cold
And you ain't really built for the winter or the snow
You tried to keep it real but you froze and now you ghost
That's why I keep it racked and concealed, that's how it goes
And I am never lackin' for real, I keep it close
This ain't a joke, this shit is cold
This shit is cold
This shit is cold, and I'm the one to hold it down
And travel down the road
Somehow I knew when I was two, that I'm the one that's chose
To get this revenue, it's just to split it with my bros
And usin' it to move into some fresher kinda clothes
I knew that I would make it, even back when I was broke
When I was usin' 12, I knew my pencil has a stroke
I hope you got defences, cuz I'm coming for the smoke
You know I leave you breathless, not the one should provoke
Bitch I'm cold
I'm survivin' every choke
The mastermind of my approach
Yeah I'm a player and a coach
I learned from greats and all the GOATs
The legends taught me never fold
I'm playin' cool J on a Tuesday, while these rappers gettin' smoked
This shit a movie, won't consume me
Bitch I'm busy gettin' yoked
I'd rather move like Bishop Sulek than be poppin' pills at shows
I'm tryna make a couple million, man I'm focused on the dough
So I been eatin' while ya sleepin'
Bitch I'm heatin' up my flow
And now it's cold
And you ain't really built for the winter or the snow
You tried to keep it real but you froze and now you ghost
That's why I keep it racked and concealed, that's how it goes
And I am never lackin' for real, I keep it close
This ain't a joke, this shit is cold
Yeah
For real
Look, get back, I swear I got it
My style is mad hypnotic, my rhymes are mad melodic
There's a reason I'm the Prophet
I spread the floor and lob it
Up off the board and cock it
Behind my head and drop it
Inside the net and copy
No one as rare as I be
I'm sick I need an IV
Won't knock me off of my feet
My whole demeanour godly
I hold my own and keep it going
No, I'm never stoppin'
I got no f*ckin' place to go
I got no other options
I hold the world up on my shoulders
No, I'd never drop it
These rappers not even competing
Man they need to stop it
Cuz I'm a demon, I be
Up on ya neck at high speed
My childhood hella choppy
Filled with blood stains and coffee
I ain't a stranger in this game, I came in hella cocky
Due to my experience, I'm movin' like Nigerians
I proved that I am serious
And bootin' the criteria
The truth is I ain't near to ya
No roof but I ain't hearin' ya
And now it's cold
And you ain't really built for the winter or the snow
You tried to keep it real but you froze and now you ghost
That's why I keep it racked and concealed, that's how it goes
And I am never lackin' for real, I keep it close
This ain't a joke, this shit is cold
This shit is cold
This shit is cold, and I'm the one to hold it down
And travel down the road
Somehow I knew when I was two, that I'm the one that's chose
To get this revenue, it's just to split it with my bros
And usin' it to move into some fresher kinda clothes
I knew that I would make it, even back when I was broke
When I was usin' 12, I knew my pencil has a stroke
I hope you got defences, cuz I'm coming for the smoke
You know I leave you breathless, not the one should provoke
Bitch I'm cold
I'm survivin' every choke
The mastermind of my approach
Yeah I'm a player and a coach
I learned from greats and all the GOATs
The legends taught me never fold
I'm playin' cool J on a Tuesday, while these rappers gettin' smoked
This shit a movie, won't consume me
Bitch I'm busy gettin' yoked
I'd rather move like Bishop Sulek than be poppin' pills at shows
I'm tryna make a couple million, man I'm focused on the dough
So I been eatin' while ya sleepin'
Bitch I'm heatin' up my flow
And now it's cold
And you ain't really built for the winter or the snow
You tried to keep it real but you froze and now you ghost
That's why I keep it racked and concealed, that's how it goes
And I am never lackin' for real, I keep it close
This ain't a joke, this shit is cold
Writer: Elijah Carter III
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