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SoloH - Cold Trap Lyrics



SoloH - Cold Trap Lyrics
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I was in the cold trap daily had my nose runnin' tryna get my ps up always had my phone on me
Really gonna live my dream never gonna fold on it in a dirty bando the ceiling got mould on it
Never got forced into graftin' I chosen it making money make me happy know I put my soul on it
All the youth going broke tryna look rich it's not a good look but they think they look lit
Chillin' with they're guys they won't ride that's their full clique
If they're real guys they'll ride out no bullsh*t dippers or the full clip none stop lookin' for a boy
Until they found him
Even if its on the wing alarm bells sounding
Homemade prison shank or kettle with the sugar in it
Throw it on his face skin bubbles and he's cookin' in it
Know I left the trap for music I'll never f*ckin' miss it
Striving for success I won't stop until I see it
The royals sit and watch people strugglin' in poverty same as the government don't wanna run it properly
Country leaders fighting over land but they're bombing it
They're killing all the innocent trust me it's a mockery
No space ever safe suttin' like astronomy trust me this shit ain't normal like anomalies
Supposed to be committed to they're cities like monogamy
Poverty shouldn't exist like mythology
Men no longer respect women its misogyny
Patience is a virtue that's what my mumma told me I'm waiting on that fame I gotta make it surely
Chasing my dreams I hear that money callin'
The deepest bars come from a broken heart I love my mother had me from the f*ckin' start
I'd never turn my back on her I'm tryna' fill my bank legit
F*ck slangin' food we'll never have to starve
I still got my business mind about me so I'll make it work I can do it other ways I don't need my line to twerk I'll never give a man respect not until he get it earnt
I been grinding for years I'm only on my 21st
I was a little f*cker in my teens but we live and learn
Any block can get hot when cylinders on spinners turn leg shots, head shots, chest shots they're gonna hurt When the shooter gets to poppin' that's when a crowd disperse
1 bullet, 2 bullets is he gonna shoot the 3rd you don't wanna live a life of crime there's no second birth
Lotta man get aggy with me know that I hit a nerve
No they don't like it but I know that the truth hurts
Most men dem are jokemen like bloopers
The traplife could get sticky like mucas
I'd rather take the music route quick run my views up
Never going back to the trap cos of music
Stay in school man do your research you don't wanna end up in a box or on a t-shirt
Ain't no second chance when you die no rebirth
Life ain't a game no playing like Fifa
You can end up dead get smoked like reefer
Music boostin' my mood like sativa
You know I'm comfy check my demeanor
A lotta man got slapped with a big bird
Forget riding bird they're riding ostrich
Put 5 bags on his head that's cos he robbed him
Now its everyday sat up in a box shit
Kettle curries getting cooked up veg chucked in
Prison life ain't the way don't get sucked in
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I was in the cold trap daily had my nose runnin' tryna get my ps up always had my phone on me
Really gonna live my dream never gonna fold on it in a dirty bando the ceiling got mould on it
Never got forced into graftin' I chosen it making money make me happy know I put my soul on it
All the youth going broke tryna look rich it's not a good look but they think they look lit
Chillin' with they're guys they won't ride that's their full clique
If they're real guys they'll ride out no bullsh*t dippers or the full clip none stop lookin' for a boy
Until they found him
Even if its on the wing alarm bells sounding
Homemade prison shank or kettle with the sugar in it
Throw it on his face skin bubbles and he's cookin' in it
Know I left the trap for music I'll never f*ckin' miss it
Striving for success I won't stop until I see it
The royals sit and watch people strugglin' in poverty same as the government don't wanna run it properly
Country leaders fighting over land but they're bombing it
They're killing all the innocent trust me it's a mockery
No space ever safe suttin' like astronomy trust me this shit ain't normal like anomalies
Supposed to be committed to they're cities like monogamy
Poverty shouldn't exist like mythology
Men no longer respect women its misogyny
Patience is a virtue that's what my mumma told me I'm waiting on that fame I gotta make it surely
Chasing my dreams I hear that money callin'
The deepest bars come from a broken heart I love my mother had me from the f*ckin' start
I'd never turn my back on her I'm tryna' fill my bank legit
F*ck slangin' food we'll never have to starve
I still got my business mind about me so I'll make it work I can do it other ways I don't need my line to twerk I'll never give a man respect not until he get it earnt
I been grinding for years I'm only on my 21st
I was a little f*cker in my teens but we live and learn
Any block can get hot when cylinders on spinners turn leg shots, head shots, chest shots they're gonna hurt When the shooter gets to poppin' that's when a crowd disperse
1 bullet, 2 bullets is he gonna shoot the 3rd you don't wanna live a life of crime there's no second birth
Lotta man get aggy with me know that I hit a nerve
No they don't like it but I know that the truth hurts
Most men dem are jokemen like bloopers
The traplife could get sticky like mucas
I'd rather take the music route quick run my views up
Never going back to the trap cos of music
Stay in school man do your research you don't wanna end up in a box or on a t-shirt
Ain't no second chance when you die no rebirth
Life ain't a game no playing like Fifa
You can end up dead get smoked like reefer
Music boostin' my mood like sativa
You know I'm comfy check my demeanor
A lotta man got slapped with a big bird
Forget riding bird they're riding ostrich
Put 5 bags on his head that's cos he robbed him
Now its everyday sat up in a box shit
Kettle curries getting cooked up veg chucked in
Prison life ain't the way don't get sucked in
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Writer: Hayden Hardie
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Performed By: SoloH
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Hayden Hardie

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